360°, 720°, 1080°, dare I attempt 1440°? I dared – All I could see was the sky. When an idea comes out of my head, it frequently gets scoffed and is seen as one that would appeal to people who have more bad-idea-induced injuries than common sense; and they may have a point… An example of such an idea was when I was twelve years old and my parents were away on vacation for their anniversary. Interested in finding a project to work on, I took the opportunity of my parents’ absence to purchase an old, rundown go-kart I found on Craigslist, knowing my parents would say “no” (if they were around to ask permission…) As shaky as the Craigslist ad may have seemed and as mad as my parents were when they came home to find, in our garage, an old go-kart …show more content…
I experimented with various modifications to maximize its performance. By no means was it a masterfully engineered vehicle, but it provided an incredible opportunity to develop creative solutions. After all, I once used a broomstick to control my throttle when the actual throttle cable snapped and I didn’t have a spare! As I experimented with unusual ideas, I knew exactly what I needed to try next: Industrial sized PVC piping! Allow me to elaborate. I had recently discovered a relatively new form of racing called Formula Drift where ludicrously powerful racecars would spin their rear tires to lose grip and drift. Naturally, I had to find a way to replicate this for myself. I needed to find someway to reduce the friction of the back wheels. The most logical step was oversized water piping that would slip on around the …show more content…
Rather I love finding my limits. As Picasso once said, “The chief enemy of creativity is a ‘good’ sense”. I could have just been sensible and cautious. I could have just never ordered the PVC pipe. I could have just never made the go-kart faster by modifying it. I could have just stayed home like I was supposed to when I was twelve years old and let my desire to build a go-kart disappear. I could have kept all my ideas inside my head. But then I would have never uncovered my lifelong passion of cars. I don’t want to have a “good” idea; I want to be scoffed at. I don’t want to do a 360°, 720°, or 1080° spin; I want to do a 1440° spin. I don’t want to have common sense at the cost of my creativity; I would rather have bad-idea-induced injuries. Some say the sky is the limit. I came face-to-face with the sky, and I would argue that the sky is just the beginning of the
The panic of 1907 and the Great Recession of 2007-2009 has both been major economic events in the United States economic history. This paper compares and contrasts these two major events and enables us to understand importance of certain financial institutions and regulations during troubled times in the financial sector. In this paper, both panics of 1907 and 2007 are historically analyzed and compared.
It was a sunny bright Friday afternoon and I was at school. I knew today was going to be the day, the day I get my new bike. After school my dad picked me up and drove home, so I can change out of my uniform and grab something to eat. I remembered my stomach feeling strange, I was so excited getting my new bike that I couldn't even eat. We went back in the car to go to Kmart. Even though Kmart was only like five minutes, it felt like I was in the car forever. I remember I was thinking of all the features my new bike was going to have.
about all the rancor surrounding Trump’s hostile discourse even though it affected minorities like me and my family. Besides, I’m not keen on sugarcoating all the nasty comments, as I do not wish for my children to get in the habit of whitewashing inconvenient truths.
Lightman says, “Creativity, of course, eludes easy grasp. Like a timid forest animal, it quickly darts behind a tree when you stare at it. How does one articulate the sense of the expected and unexpected at once? Where does it come from? How does one prepare for discovery?”
A no-nonsense vehicle. The engine sounded like rattling chains, and could al-ways be fixed in the back yard. We took it through new brakes, a rebuilt transmission, and a fully overhauled engine. It took us to the Catskills, around Vermont, and across country, pulling a U-Haul trailer through a blinding storm.
During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not
It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer
For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled
One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought
This post was probably my worst semester of college and I have no excuse for how things turned out with my classes. I'm not going to blame my job or my home life as it was me who failed and I have no one else to point the finger at. I had tried to pass the remedial math course five times previously and I started to lose hope that this one course would hold me back from finishing school. This hopelessness carried into my other courses because at the time I truly believed it was pointless to try in other courses if I can't pass this class that's been haunting since I started attending college.
In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.”My goal is to obtain my undergraduate degree in Communication Digital Cinema and Television from the University of South Alabama in Mobile, Alabama where I am currently a junior, attend graduate school and eventually live out my dream to become a producer or director of documentaries.
Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.
I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.
One Thursday night in August, I was sitting down thinking how I have not called my dad in a couple of days. So I picked up my phone and dialed his phone number.