A Personal Review Of Ecstasy-Personal Narrative

It was a warm mid-september day and I was preparing to go horseback riding for the very first time. I was celebrating my bestfriend’s birthday with her family and a couple other friends. On the ride over you could feel the jitters in the air and the excitement to try something new. We arrived to Bobby’s Ranch in Westford MA and settled on petting some of the other animals. It was all very bizarre, almost movie-like. We joked around about rookie mistakes and wondered how many of us were going to fall under it’s trap. The ride was scheduled to be an hour long, through the woods and in an orderly fashion. I got on top of a platform and was instructed on how to get up on the saddle and how to use the reins to guide the horse. The birthday girl

I took a deep breath as I walked my horse into the Greeley Stampede Arena. I told myself just to "relax." I loped a circle around the arena to make sure that my horse was warmed up and ready to go. He was ready but I was starting to get nervous. I stopped in front of the roping box to put my piggin' string in my mouth. I looked at my calf in the chute to make sure that it was number 33, which was one of the best calves out of the whole set. It was, and I was ready to ride into the box and rope my calf, or attempt to rope my calf. I began to get more nervous, more nervous than I ever had been at a rodeo.

     Ecstasy, or 3, 4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine, was first synthesized and patented in 1914, by the German drug company Merck. The original purpose of the drug was to be an appetite suppressant, however in 1970 it was given to clinical depressed patients to open them up and talk about their feelings. Then in 1986, Ecstasy was determined to cause brain damage (http://faculity.washington.edu/chudler/mdma.html).

It was just me, my horse, and the four judges, who were there to critique my every single move. I probably looked like an ant standing alone inside such a large area. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I tried to block it out in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The announcer calls for 805, which was my show number, and up to the first cone I went. I knew that pattern better than I knew my own name. The arena smelled so fresh and clean. I could see the perfectly straight drag lines from the tractor, since I was the first one to go in my class. This was the moment that I had been waiting my entire life for. While waiting at the first cone, the pattern was soaring through my head. Trot to the first cone and stop, then do a turn to the right. Over and over again I kept repeating it silently to myself. Finally, the judges nodded for me to begin, and I started the best pattern

I had planned on being a base and trying out as a base. One day Coach Ridenhour, the coach for the VJ cheer squad, asked if anyone wanted to try to be a flyer. I thought it might be fun to try, so I said that I would be interested. She put me in a stunt as a flyer, I was a little nervous because I had never done it before. As I was going up my heart started pounding in my chest, my fists clenched up, so many thoughts were going through my brain all at once. I thought I was going to fall, but before I knew it I was up and stable in the stunt! I could not believe I had got up there and did not fall. We tried it a few more times and each time I hit the stunt.

Then That's when the anxiety kicked in. As the creaky cart started to go up the tracks creek creek as the cart went up. I kept my eyes open as I watched us go up. Once we reached the top I could see the beautiful day and the bright white clouds and the… aww as the cart went down, the cart was going so fast It was like I was flying a 100 miles per hour. All I could hear were screams of everyone and myself but mostly myself. Once we went down the big drop it was not that bad, I couldn't believe that I survived the drop that was normally the part I cried on. After the big drop we went in a big circle as it headed for the little drop we went down in the big circle as I had my hands up feeling free like a bird. Then the little drop hit you could hear the cart starting to speed up on the tracks again and I said “woh” and then the cart started slowing down again as we reached the station. We all clapped and said We SURVIVED! Once we exited the cart with are legs numb from all that excitement and impact we headed down to get some drinks and to discuss which to ride next, and that was the time I survived Six

Right before Shelby woke up, Coach Benedetto came get me and Shelby so we could go eat a scrumptious breakfast with the team. I had a amusing breakfast with the boys and the coaches. I was sad after breakfast, because we had to leave. Wishing that we all could just stay there forever. We loaded the bus and left the Rushmore Hotel. That is when it hit me. My stomach felt like I had just ate a bunch of butterflies. This was the most nerve racking race ever.

After a few weeks I returned to horseback riding; after a year I returned to redeem myself at the same show. As fate would have it, I drew the same horse from the previous year. Flashbacks of the accident raced through my mind as my coach broke the bad news. I immediately ran to Claire, tears welling up in my eyes.

I ran as fast as I could, I was tired but knew that I had to keep going. The sun shone down ferociously making it very bright and torrid. I felt sweat drip from just above my brow into my right eye. My eye began to get a burning sensation just as I turned the corner. My muscles ached, but I knew I had to shift into overdrive and pick up the pace. I started to run faster and faster. I began to get the feeling like I was about to throw up, but knew that I couldn’t stop now. I continued to sprint to the finish, and just as I crossed the finish line I looked to the clock and noticed that I set a new PR. The feeling of happiness that swelled up inside me took me back to the practice on the tuesday of the previous week: That day it was hot as fire

I could feel the tension amongst the riders. Our team is known for always helping out, so of course we were holding horses and helping out. I love doing that, it distracts me from my nervousness. So my coach, Cathy, my teammate, Brooke, and I waited for my class. The time was getting closer and I went to get ready for my class. On my way to the car, I met up with the rest of my family and some friends that came to watch. Having them there gave me a reassurance, but also some butterflies. Now that I was all dressed, and could see my reflection in my polished boots, I felt ready to

In The Ecstasy Of Influence: A Plagerism, the author Jonathan Lethem attempts to decipher the difference between getting an idea that is influenced by another’s work, and plagiarizing somebody’s work. Not only does he discuss the multiple times in history where new ideas have been derived from other works, but he also attempts to discover where the line can be drawn between influence and plagiarism. Throughout the work, the author discussed what he thinks about adopting ideas and why some people may consider something plagiarism while others may not. He argues that while some artists may consider similar ideas to be a form of plagiarism, others like himself see the sharing of ideas & being influenced and inspired by other works is what helps

Ashley and I were up for the short go on the last day of the rodeo. All we had to do is catch and we would win the team roping champion title. We drew a really fast steer that outran us. Ashley roped it at the end of the pen and I was coming in very fast. My horse plowed into the steer and the next thing I knew I was on the ground. I was telling myself that we just lost the title because I fell off of my

The living quarters above the saloon allowed Victor Rodriguez to watch over his establishment and maintain his privacy. Seated alone at the slant-front desk, he counted the week’s receipts and sipped his whiskey. Satisfied with the total, he placed enough money in an envelope for an ordinary bank deposit and slid the rest to the side, bumping a stack of newspapers that fanned out to the edge of the desk.

Neil G. Simon and Richard P. Mattick conducted this study in May 2001 with the aim of this study was to see if long-term use of 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine (ecstasy or MDMA) impairs memory. Many studies have been completed before that are similar to this one, however the broad majority of them did not address confounding factors such as other drug use or intelligence levels of their participants. In this study they intended to account for all possible confounding variables in order to see if ecstasy usage had long-term effects.

I remember the event like it was yesterday; my heart was beating and I could hear and feel it, I had determination on my face and in my mind and it felt good. My determination was to beat my younger brother to the top of the tree in our side yard. I almost never climb the trees in our yard for the fear of falling out; which has happened before when we went apple picking which did not end well on my part of climbing in those apple trees. But we were getting ready that nice sunny morning in the summer. I remember the nice sunshine and heat on my face and the cool winds coming from the East and it was just exhilarating. I told my brother Michael “I bet you five bucks you can’t beat me to the top of that tree!” pointing at one in the yard. I knew he would do it because he would want the money and he always wanted to one up me.