Lesson Learned Essay

I looked up at the roller coaster and all its' loops and turns and jumped with excitement. "Let's go!", I exclaimed. As we were walking up the stairs, a part of me wanted to turn back, but i was determined to get on this one ride. I stood at the gates, waiting for it to be my turn and before i knew it, I was the next one. I went through the gates and went straight to my seat. Henry sat right next to me and held my hand. I was ready. The ride started to take off and I knew there was no turning back now. Up and up we went. The ground below us got further away. I held on tightly to my boyfriends hand and down we

The party in government is made up of ___________ and has direct impact on governmental policy; it is largely independent of ___________________.

A Beautiful Day at Six Flags Either you run the day or the day runs you-Jim Rohn. This whole day to learn. It was a Beautiful August day my family decides to go to six flags. We went to go see if my friend, Weston, and Ellie's friend, Hope could come too. Weston was eleven, I was twelve, my sister was mine, and Hope was nine too. Turns out they were able to come and their mom came with us too. We drove for one hour and thirty minutes to get to six flags. We had to walk a long way to even get into line. When we finally got in line, In took us two minutes to get in because we had a stroller and went into that line which is always faster than if you do not have a stroller. As soon as we got into the park, We all bolted straight for Raging Bull. When we got there, we had to wait in line for about twenty minutes. When we finally got up to the ride, we got on with the girls. The parents went off talking and told us to check in when we were done with the ride. We all went on the ride the first time, we had a challenge for us and the girls. It was to not hang on to any part of the roller coaster for the whole time. and enjoyed it so much we managed to sneak on the ride again. We all filled in the empty seats. We did this another six more times. In total for that moment, we went on that ride seven times. We gathered everyone up and started to walk down from the ride. We were all talking about how crazy that was that we were able to get on that ride seven times. When we were at the

Writing has many tools and devices that can be used to influence the purpose and meaning of the a piece of work. In the two pieces of work, "Private License Plate Scanners Amassing Vast Databases Open to Highest Bidders-which is written in a way that it is anti-license plate tracking- and "Who Has the Right to Track You?'-which is written to be for license plate tracking- many different tools and devices are used by the authors. These pieces of work describe the benefits and drawbacks of collecting data and tracking fellow citizens, but use different forms of pathos, ethos, and logos to portray what they are trying to say. Also, both articles state how many are opposed to this tracking, arguing that it is against the First Amendment,

My first experience of riding a roller coaster was a somewhat traumatic one. I didn't just hop on the roller coaster realize it was fun, and continue trying new roller coasters. My first time riding a roller coaster is was one that I remember every time I go to an amusement park, see a roller coaster, or something like that. After I went on the roller coaster it just ruined my day and my view off amusement parks. Now I wish that I listened to my gut and never went on the ride.

And then it was our turn I was so excited after all of the ear splitting, wood rattling, and blood-curdling screams I was ready to get on and take my turn. We got in and it was super hard to get the bar down It just wouldn't go so it was like above me. And my dad was trying to click it in and the Rollercoaster started going the people didn’t even check our bars the lady yelled all clear and the roller coaster started to move “ yeah i thought so much for that working out and being at the gym

The car shook and creaked as a motor took us up. For a few seconds, we were at the top. I looked around at the park, but then the car dropped and my stomach went with it. All I could remember from the rest of the ride was my first loop and the adrenaline pumping through my body. When I got off, I was dizzy but I yelled, “THAT WAS AWESOME!” My friends giggled as we walked to our next ride.

I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

The arguments I choose to assess for truth and validity will be three statements taken from the Application's list 12.2 (a -y) at the end of Ch. 12, “The Art of Thinking” publication. I will start with the statement (j) the premise that "power must be evil because it can corrupt people." Checking the argument for any hidden premises and ensuring it is stated fully and in a clear concise way is the first step. This argument seems to pass the first hurdle, however after checking for errors affecting truth, the argument has flaws. Beginning with, the part of the argument that says power corrupts people is not true

At the beginning of the blue colored track, there was a sharp turn. As soon as all of the carts complete the turn, the fun would begin because we would start to climb the 100 foot drop off. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack, the chains sang as they wheeled the carts up the steep drop off. Before I knew it, our cart, the first cart, was at the top of the 100 foot drop off. I could see everything from there. The swirling black Octopus ride was t0 the right of us, the gigantic Ferris Wheel twirled around and around to the left of us, and in front of us the old wooden roller coaster, High Roller, roared as the carts sped around the tracks.

The general topic covered in these articles is about Trump's decision to allow plastic water bottle sales in national parks. Trump’s administration ended a six-year-old ban that prohibited the sale of plastic water bottles. It was placed in effect to ease plastic pollution.

Everyone, at some point in their life, has made a mistake. Sometimes we get lucky and only falter a little, making it through the problem relatively intact. Other times, we mess up a lot and have to fix what was damaged over a long period of time. However, the same is true for most, if not all cases—those who make the mistake learn from it. Often times, our failures teach us valuable lessons that we only gained because of the experience we gathered after messing up. I have personally achieved a wealth of knowledge and experience just from all of my own little mishaps, and a few major ones.

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I never knew when it started, this obsession. Didn’t even realize how slowly and steadily what I thought I could control controlled me. I am not like most people my likes, dislikes and feelings differ from most of the crowd. When did I become someone who cared so much what other people think of me? Now that I think about it, it baffles me how I slowly and steadily from being an individual who preaches about being different suddenly became someone who just wanted to fit in to other people’s expectations. And suddenly I feel I woke up to realize what kind of a slave I had become.