Peer Pressure Satire

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

After we finished climbing, my cousin Morgan, who is pretty short, but very athletic, want to repel from the top. She asked if I would like to do it too. I said “Heck yeah!” So when we got up to the top, I watched how she hooked up and used her brake hand to control the speed of descent. I got hooked up after her and my aunt, who is Search and Rescue, gave me the lowdown. When I backed off the edge, I looked down. My dad was smiling and taking pictures, while my mom was freaking out. I wasn’t too worried because I kind of knew what I was doing.

The viewpoint of the political cartoon is that no one takes Al Gore seriously. The word serious is in the cartoon and AL Gore is dressed as a penguin, which is funny. The cartoon is horatian because Al Gore dressed in a penguin suit is humorous. The content creator used sarcasm and caricature in the cartoon. The sarcastic part of the cartoon is Obama asking us to take global warming seriously. Caricature is used by Al Gore dressed as a penguin.

Satire is used to bring out, and hopefully fix, the wrong in something by blowing it out of proportion. When an author really wants to prove their point, they would put on a persona and take the opposite side of the argument. This can cause some confusion to the audience as to what is the author’s real claim. In Mark Twain’s “Advice to Youth,” Twain uses a persona for that exact reason. In the essay, Twain’s persona is claiming that if you carry out the following rules, you will become a person fit for society. In actually his true claim is stating the opposite, if you obey the following, you will become like everyone else rather than being your authentic self.

As we help people find a good place to jump off we are next to jump off before the tower falls but no one wanted to do it so one jumped and you could hear him screaming loud so after everyone jumped I was left to jump and when I go i see that there's a body of water on the other side so I jump as far as i can trying to land in the water so i have a chance to live and as i'm in the air i'm getting closer and closer I finally make it into the water and survive and after that I keep

In a week, I would be leaving New York and moving to a rural county in Virginia. This trip to Black Bridge was an emotional one. It was the last time I would see the majority of my friends of 9 years. We reminisced about the especially trying year. We had lost a close friend to suicide and the town was devastated by a flood earlier in the year. The entire way there we talked about the past and all the amazing times we had together and before we knew it, we were at the bridge. At this point I realized that it was my last chance to jump. When everyone was changed they started walking over the the bridge. My friends had come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t jump by then so they didn’t even bother trying to convince me. To their surprise, I followed. Everyone was amazed that I even went over to the bridge as I normally wouldn't get anywhere near

My mother and I shared a double tube and we set of down the canal. As we floated down, there were trees and plants on either side of us whose branches formed a cover around us. As we approached the end of the shade, I saw the huge cliffs on either side of us approaching and remembered the cliff jump. My heart picked up its pace automatically and I turned around to ask my mother if this was the part with the cliff jump. The answer was of course a yes. As we approached the terrifying cliff, I decided that I would do it. It was a rare opportunity if y six year old sister jumped from a forty foot cliff and I didn’t. As I waited in line, I thought of the worst possibilities that could happen in result of my jumping. I was fourth in line. What if I belly flop? Third in line. What if I hit the wall? Second in line. I am definitely going to break at least one bone on the ocean floor. My turn. The lifeguard counted me down and I jumped. I flew off the cliff and screamed. I absolutely loved it and went two more times and an additional three times on the next cliff down the canal. I was so proud of me and my family! Everyone in our group tried the jump, except for my grandmother who claimed she was too

Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the

I wondered what it looked like from up on the cliffs. I grabbed hold of one of the rocks and heaved myself up it. Gradually I made my way up the small rock and stood up. It was beautiful, absolutely stunning. I could see all the way back to where we had first started. I glanced down at my family as they smiled up at me, my dad shouting at me that I should jump off. I gave him a look of utter disbelief that he thought I was crazy enough to jump off of the thing.

My group was nearing the end of a chilly small hike in the Idyllwild trails, and it was then when I realized that we were approaching the Skycoaster. The Skycoaster was a very intimidating ride in which you would be pulled up 40 feet high and then swung like a pendulum at relatively fast speeds. What made the situation worse was that I absolutely hated roller-coasters. As we were approaching the Skycoaster, I witnessed another instructor from a different group on the Skycoaster; he was screaming his lungs out. At last, we arrived at the dreadful Skycoaster. My palms were sweating, my body temperature skyrocketed, and my stomach felt like butterflies were ramming from the inside-out. We had to assemble and wear a full-body harness that literally felt like a full-steel armor set from the medieval age. My instructor led our group to the Skycoaster several yards forward, and nearly everyone was ecstatic to go on the ride except for me and a few other kids. Somehow, my instructor noticed myanxiety, and decided to choose me as the first person to ride the Skycoaster. I had to choose now whether I really wanted to go or not. My mind was going haywire, one side of me told me that I should not go and that the frightening experience would scar me for life; the other side told me that I need to go or else the other kids would make fun of me. However, I succumbed to the peer pressure, and I realized that this experience is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I finally decided to ride the Skycoaster. I hooked on the rope, then I was suddenly yanked up 40 feet high in the air. I thought to myself, "There is no turning back now, so might as well get over it." Suddenly, I pulled the cord and my body swung at extremely fast speeds like a ragdoll. It was an addranealine rush for the first few swings, and after those swings, I regained my senses. At the end,

Caught off guard by the splash as the young boy hit the water, my foot slipped and I lunged for a handhold on the rough rocky wall. By now, a line was forming behind me of other people that wanted to jump, and I knew I was not going to be able to walk back down without the others having to go back down as well. After what felt like an eternity of careful shuffling along the ledge, I finally made it to the jumping spot! For me, this was a turning point- either I would overcome my fear and jump, or shamefully walk back to the comfortable security of the ground. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, all 5 senses were heightened to the point where I felt as though I was superwoman. The sky was electric blue in stark contrast to the ominous cliffs towering above and the leafy trees were swaying with the gentle breeze. One step and my toes were touching the edge of the cliff. A second step and they were curled over the sharp rocky

Even though I was underneath calm and smooth water, I thought I was in the middle of the ocean alone in the dark. The first thing I remembered was if a shark comes near a person to punch it in the nose. This dazes a shark to turn the opposite way. So, I had my fist ready to go and my nerves pushed aside. But, when I looked up I saw a little kid and my mom standing there talking to another lady. I sprinted out of that waterslide pool faster than ever before. I would never try to experience something like that again. But, it was a once in a lifetime experience that I was able to encounter. I survived this terror From this experience, I learned to take risk because people only live life once. But, choose your risk that are taken wisley. This adventure is something that would be on someones bucket list. This is not an activity to participate in on a regular basis. Unless a person likes sharks and heights, this waterslide is not for an average

My dad reminded me that I wanted to jump off it; then and there I wanted nothing to do with it since I was put on the spot like that. After about five minutes I finally manned up and got ready to go. Dad made sure my Scooby Doo life jacket was nice and tight. After he tightened it up I walked all the way to the front of the boat which seemed like miles from being so nervous. Once I got to the very front I let my toes rest on the metal trim around the boat until finally I jumped in. As I was swimming to the rock many people were jumping off. The closer I got the higher the rock looked. On my swim to the rock a guy landed flat on his back when he tried to do a front flip. I guess that didn’t go very

I remember looking down at my hands and they were covered in blisters and blood. My body was producing such a high amount of adrenaline that my hands were shaking vigorously. Through the pain there was beauty. Our fifth and final jump was a monster. The previous cliff jumps ranged anywhere from ten to twenty feet and the final jump was a forty five foot jump into a canyon pool the size of a large hot tub. The jump was surrounded by sharp rocks on all directions except one. You also had to run and leap forward to avoid the rocks directly beneath us. A false step meant a serious accident. Everyone was tense, there was no denying that and fear lurked around us. You could see it in everyone’s faces. I felt responsible, as I was the person that set up the trip and convinced us to take the “extreme option”. I could not show fear, I needed to lead and act by example. Without hesitation, Steve said, “I can’t do this! I am afraid!” With that I replied a saying that my grandmother told me a long time ago, “So be afraid! And then, do it anyway.” I was the first to jump and the group followed through. The water was freezing and I couldn’t feel my extremities. At the base of the waterfall we looked up in disbelief at what we had just done and laughed uncontrollably for what seemed like a life time. We made it out alive with a great lesson learned. Rise above fear. It is only a state of mind that anyone can

At the very bottom of the mountain there is a huge blown up bag that looks like a ginormous cushion, it's the size of a house. It is $50 a jump, and it looked like so much fun.You have the choice to ski down a steep slope, right onto a huge jump and land on the cushioned air bag. Yes, this gave me butterflies, but I felt if I didn't do this now, when would I ever have the chance to do it. Only me and my dad did it, my sister and mom were too frightened. I insisted on going first... well, I wouldn't let my dad go first. I took the lift up to the unloading area and a tall slim man, with a deep voice greeted me there, he stated reading of directions to me, I only heard him say “READY SET GOOO!!” I went as fast as I could down the small slope, and up off the jump. I shot up into the air like a rocket ship, when I came down, I let out a YELP of excitement. I landed right smack down in the middle of the bag. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAVE EVER DONE!! I went twice more, and that was what I talked about for the rest of the