How I Learned I Needed to go to College

My Educational Narrative: First Paragraph: Rough Draft

The impact to the back of my head was hard and unsuspected. It immediately took me off my feet and I crashed down onto my knees. Eyes already filling with water, my hand went to the spot I was struck and there they met with a warm stickiness that was matting down my hair. Knowing full well what was now running down my fingertips I still felt compelled to look at my hands, to see if just maybe I was wrong. Through the dizzying blur that my vision had become I could see bright crimson red smears covering the hand, blood, and my blood. My vision dimed and tunneled the house began to spin around me and I went from my knees down to all fours, my head pounding. Tiny red droplets began to slip past my ears and tumble towards the ground below.  I watched them break as they splashed down in front of me, wondering to myself what just happened. The answer, as it turned out, was I got hit in the head with a hammer. The part I don’t like to admit is, I got hit in the head with my own hammer. And even more embarrassing is the fact that this was not the moment that taught me I needed to go back to school. No to understand how I learned I needed to get myself into college we will need to back up a little.