As you may or may not have known, this past weekend was STAR school at Mid-America Motorplex. I was very excited about the weekend since it was at a track I know pretty well and now that I've been racing a little I had some specific areas I was hoping to improve. Unfortunately on Saturday I found my limit on corner entry speed into turn 7. I went into the turn a little faster than normal (probably 65-70 mph) but I didn't think it was too fast. In fact, I never thought that I wouldn't make the turn until, well, I didn't make it. I threw the bike into the corner and soon after the front wheel just tucked under. The bike slid across the track and into the grass, and Kris came tumbling after. I did a nice barrell-roll that seemed to last forever. When I finally got stopped, I had to spit out a little dirt which had made its way inside my helmet. I could feel a cut on my cheekbone directly below my left eye and felt that my right shoulder wasn't quite right, but I immediately got to my feet and walked away from the corner. A couple of instuctors stopped and I hitched a ride back to the pits with one of them while the other rode the RC back. The EMT's didn't think my collarbone was broken which was my first thought since that's a common injury. They gave me an ice pack for my eye and told me that they could take me to the hospital to get checked out if I thought I needed to. I really didn't want to ruin everyone else's day since they would have to stay off the track while the ambulance was gone, so I went back to the pits to sit a while and see if anything improved. It was apparent that I was going to have a nice black eye, but my shoulder really worried me. I was hoping that I just pulled some muscles. After half an hour or so, I decided it would be best to find out what was wrong, so I called my parents to come pick me up and take me to the emergency room. They took a few X-rays. The technician asked me 'How did you land again? Did you land on your back?' I asked her, 'scapula?'. 'Yep.' I had fractured my shoulder blade. Apparently, this is a very difficult bone to break. It's only the second one they'd ever seen at that emergency room; the other guy had fallen off a 40-foot ladder. Right now I'm really bummed because I was supposed to race July 5-6 at MAM and was really looking forward to that weekend. I also missed out on the opportunity to improve my riding at STAR school. I'm thankful that I can at least walk this time (this is much better than a broken heel! ) and I'm not in much pain unless I try to raise my arm. It'll heal and I'll be back.