My Dream Experience

Having a dream and living with passion is very important because I believe living without passion is like being dead. Someone like Tony Hawk could agree. Tony Hawk has been a professional skateboarder for over 24 years. However, he did not receive that title overnight; Tony got his first skateboard when he was only 9 years old. Since then, Tony worked extremely hard and put a lot of his focus on skateboarding. He did it because that was his Dream. Tony’s Dream was frowned upon by many of his teachers and adults alike. One of his teachers even told him that he “would never make it in the workplace if he didn’t follow directions exactly” (Hawk), but he never gave up his Dream. He kept working hard and eventually became a pro at the young age of 15.

Fear holds back a person’s ability to commit to an event, a relationship, and contains one back from his or her dream. As a child, I dreaded boarding an airplane due to the altitude and the pressure closing one’s ears, a terrifying experience. In addition to my fear of airplanes, flights would absolutely bore me. Hence, my impatient reaction of shaking my leg in a fast paced, up-down motion, a nervous tick. Over the years, every time my parents announced a trip that required an airplane flight, the idea would horrify me. Nevertheless, the distinct moments I boarded airplanes, there were always hints of curiosity about the bird-shaped flying machine. How does this strange machinery work? How could an airplane be this frightening? That fear was the foundation of my commitment to aerospace engineering.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

I, someone with absolutely no experience flying a plane, was in the pilot’s seat and Wayne, a daring and trusting flight instructor, was co-pilot. Wayne sat back in his chair, one arm resting on the door of the Cessna 172 airplane – one with no air conditioning or heating and only two seats – and the other hand balancing his mug of freshly brewed coffee. “‘Take your hands off the controls and let the plane fly by itself’” he said. I stared at him; cruise control did not exist on this aircraft for sure. “’The plane wants to fly. All you need to do is guide it’”. So I took my hands off the yoke, my feet off the rudders, and let the plane fly by itself 1500 feet above the hills of Southwest Ohio.

The 6th grade school year got out about a month ago. It was about the time that I started preparing for my annual trip to North Carolina to visit almost all of my family. Only my Mom, my two sisters and I were able to go, my dad couldn’t come with us because he had to work. He works at the college and online, so, he could’ve came but my grandparents house might as well have had no internet, it couldn’t load anything! It was going to be my first time flying and of course I was a little scared and I was thinking that there is a possibility that we might crash, but, to be honest, I was more excited than scared to fly.

Risks and creativity seem like they can never correlate, but in “Create Dangerously” and “Dreams that have changed the world”, Edwidge Danticat and Van De Castle contrast the risks taken in creativity to produce a satisfying masterpiece. Danticats an immigrant artist creates despite the adversity she faced; Danticat has taken risks and wrote against the horrors of Haiti. However Van De Castle a great dream theorist has shown many examples of creativity in the dream world and how the risks taken to create in the awaken world has led to the formation of awarding winning pieces. Danticat in “Create dangerously” and Van De Castle in “Dreams that have changed the world” portray analogous ideas on how risks are a part of the creativity process. Danticat

The sound of the engine was deafening. Then again maybe my heartbeat was the sound pounding in my ears. Sudden panic mixed with excitement over takes me as I think, "what have I gotten myself into now?!" But, then I look over at my partner in this so crazy it-just-might-work adventure. I take a deep cleansing breath and look at the picture of my boys, which I have secured to my in-flight reading materials. They all said the flight is the worst part, from there the action will be of a different sort. The clinic would be up and running in no time, but first there was some prep work ahead of us. Taking a cue from my partner who is reading up on our assignment of the Indigenous people of

As anticipated, there came the sounds of gasps and the firing came to an abrupt halt. The chopper was nearing too, they could tell, but the pair would be blind to those in the sky. Some of the soldiers began to scream, others

The three of us had to always stay together, even in the airports. I usually love flying, but this particular trip was 15 hours of flying, then waiting, then more flying and more waiting. I was getting nervous. After four planes and a bus, we finally got to our guard station, Blue Mount Point. It looked like the training facility, bland as ever. All around us was red boulders and loose dirt. On top of the hill was a shack, greyish green in color, stood a mere 5’6’’ high. I guess being short wasn’t such a bad thing. I was expecting to get a good night sleep before starting, but we got straight to work. The three of us got in our jeep and patrolled enemy territory,none of us really understood the severity of the task. We were all joking around and laughing. I usually told the jokes and we laughed and made up different ways to tell the same joke, which made us laugh even harder. However, today felt eerie. Maybe it was just because I've never really left home before but I was sure my buddies could see the nervousness in my eyes, darting around quickly. Maybe this was not what i was trying to do with my

A pleasant summer's sun and the view of a 200 foot roller coaster filled my eyes. I've never been so frightened in my life. Roller coasters bring out a fear deep inside of me that cannot be explained. The only thing keeping me there was the painful gazes and badinage of my friends. They saw my winces, an obstacle that would not deter them from forcing me upon this machine. I couldn't even imagine the horrors that lie behind that seatbelt but I knew that I would find out. As I boarded the roller coaster, fear set in and excitement struck me as I realized I was with my family.

Ever since I was old enough to dream, I have imagined myself soaring with the eagles. My love of flying has sculpted the way I live and the person I have become. Two years ago that passion rocketed to new heights when I had the opportunity to visit Embry Riddle Aeronautical University in Arizona. For a whole week I lived in a college dorm, roomed with a total stranger, and - best of all - I flew!

The wind was caressing my face, leaving the tears on my cheeks dry. I hoped the ride would end soon and prayed for an emergency break. It was the roller-coaster they call life and there was no way to unbuckle my seatbelt. There were multiple ups and downs in my life, some reaching the ozone layer and others touching the very middle of Earth’s core, but how could I be so pessimistic? It was time to keep from closing my eyes each 70 feet drop from the peak of the roller-coaster. I had found a way to overcome my obstacles and achieve what was on the other side of fear. I completed my goal of getting over such a temporary feeling of anxiety. I wished to not have theatre arts as an elective of mine, do a presentation for my peers, and not eat in front of others. It was an ongoing cycle but the fact that

With air traffic set to double in the next 20 years, chances are you will choose air travel as a possible method of transportation at some point in your future lifetime (Owram). For some, the task of flying comes easily after having done it so many times, while for others, it can be a real hassle. It seems like just about anyone that has flown enough has at least one horror story about their flying experience.

She looked around, disoriented, before she remembered that she was on a plane. “Unfortunately, we are now experiencing severe turbulence,” came a crackly voice through the intercom. “Please stay seated.” Anxious, Yasmine observed the storm through her window; the dark gray storm clouds racing across the sky coupled with the deep, resonating thunder didn’t help to calm her nerves. The plane gave another violent lurch, and the familiar feeling of fear started to bubble up inside her. Planes almost never crash. Almost never. Almost never. Almost never. Yasmine laid her head back against the stiff pillow, and with those toxic words ringing in her mind, she fell into a restless