the art class stool

      It was a normal  Thursday, 2nd period art class.   It was time to clean up after a day's work of art.  It was 9:43 when it hit my knee. The art stool had hit my knee.  I then realized I had dislocated my knee.  I remember saying "oh my gosh I dislocated my knee". My guess is the art teacher heard the commotion and walked over to see what had happened and she called to one student to go get the nurse or call the nurse. I don't know.  Then she told another student to stay by me while she went and got a chair because I dislocated my knee while standing up then she came back with the other art teacher and a chair then they got me in the chair and were holding me so I didn't fall out of the chair if I passed out because I was starting to feel light headed and was having trouble hearing. Then the bell rang and the students all left then my knee went back in its place all by itself and the nurse showed up a minute or two later and I hopped in the wheelchair and they took me to the nurse's office and put me on one of the beds and gave me ice then about an hour later my mom came with my brace. I put it on  and me and my mom went back to my class and she went to her car. Once I got to social studies I just was still in shock of  all that had happened. That's the story of my third dislocation.