Personal Narrative: My Haptic Bootsuit

For as long as I can remember, my passion has been in figuring out how everything around me works. I suppose I came by it naturally. My father was constantly tinkering; in fact, our basement resembled a graveyard for lifeless computer parts. He would take all the computers that no one loved anymore, salvage them for parts, and bring them back to life. When he was done, I always had a “new” toy to play with. I suppose, in my own way, I carried on the family tradition. To the chagrin of my parents, every time a new toy arrived, I would have it in pieces all over my bedroom floor within the half hour. Everything wound up being unscrewed, unglued, and dismantled; this curiosity has continued throughout my life.

When I moved to Brentwood, CA as a junior, I became part of the Interact Club. Interact is a service club for teenagers to work with the community and for the community through various events, service projects, and fundraising. I enjoyed being in Interact because I was able to meet new faces and explored Brentwood through their eyes. I dedicated my time to helping community events through doing cleanups and participating in events such as tending to booths at the fair.

When I began Ontrack I was very fearful of feedback, I saw it as judgement. I am now excited when I get feedback, I now see it as a platform to fix issues or have a greater understanding of what I am doing right. Granted, I have been exceeding my expectations of myself, so I am aware that if this changes will have to deal with the previous issues of feeling judged. Albeit I am now prepared for this instance which is important to me. The comfort zone I had created was very scary to give up, the fear of what I thought was ‘failure’ was somewhat crippling. Luckily for me with the help of my tutor and peers I realized that a growth mindset was pivotal and to obtain it I would have to succumb. The shift from a fixed to a growth mindset has made

I began my HCZone adventure November 6th 2016. I was accepted as a Trial-Moderator for the second time. The first time I was a trial-moderator for around 2 weeks but got really bored of gaming so I went inactive/took a break. I then later got demoted. I re-found HCZone and later applied, This was around kitmap 2.0. I then got accepted and it became my second home. I Spent a majority of my time on HCZone and really got into it. I put in over 168 hours during the kitmap 2.0 stage. Around a week from getting accepted I was promoted to Moderator. During this time I spent my time screensharing and catching hackers. I learned one of the most important skills during this time. I was taught how to screenshare and slowly progressed up the chain as one of the

Anyone can be an expert in their own mind, but to be an expert other people must identify you as an expert as well. I am an expert when it comes to all things horses. Training horses, riding horses, and even giving lessons to people on how to ride a horse. An expert is someone who knows what they are talking about backwards and forwards. They are able to answer any question that comes their way and is able to fix a problem. I am capable of doing this when I give horseback riding lessons. It takes hard work and dedication to become an expert. There is research to prove how beneficial horseback riding can be so that my skills can be used. On top of all the benefits in teaching and receiving lessons, it will even help me in my life down the road even if it doesn’t include horses. Being an expert in a field that I love makes me feel like I have the possibility to be an

Yep, I'm old school.. since I was a child, I bought 45s and albums. As technology improved, I bought 8-tracks, cassettes and CD's. As technology moved into streaming, I was resistant for a long time.

My first pair of Converse were brown. They were low tops with pink stitching and I loved them. I wore them everyday of 4th grade. In my “Connies”, I felt like I wasn’t just one of the girls. They made me feel tough, which was important because I liked playing kickball with the boys. I always thought that Converse looked better scuffed up and would intentionally get them dirty, dragging my feet and walking through puddles. After about a year with my brown pair, my mum couldn’t stand the smell anymore and forced me to throw them out, but only after agreeing to let me get another pair. I bought my second pair at a Converse outlet, and I felt like I was in heaven. I picked black low-tops with pink laces and two tongues, but I didn’t like the second

I loved my bike, so much that I would ride it every day. To school and on the weekends I would ride it like it is the only possible thing to do in life. In the summer of 2011, my dad took the training wheels off my bike. After this, I developed a deep fear of my bike, but I really wanted to ride it to school. “ This might be the worst day ever... “ I thought to myself.

During my first semester of Ballet I, I realized that there were things I needed to quickly correct such as, rotating my hips while having my leg extended out in a la seconde and landing in plié after doing small jumps across the floor and during petite allegro. After meeting with Professor Watkins she also informed me that I need to move from where I kept standing at the barre so that I could work harder at giving full energy. In that case, I quickly fixed that issue and every class I would stand at a different spot. Doing this allowed me to actually focus on tighten my footwork. Rotating my hips was an issue that I dealt with all through the semester. Before this issue was brought to my attention, I would worry more about letting my leg développé

Ethos- “Assistant Professor Dustin Tyler, Director of Engineering, Quality, and Regulatory Affairs at the Advanced Platform Technology Center (APTC) at the Veterans Center in Cleveland and faculty member in nearby Case Western Reserve University's Engineering Department … ‘Plus, receiving sensation from an electromechanical device, foot or hand, lets people consider the device as part of themselves rather than just a tool hanging on the end of their limb,’ says Tyler” (4).

My brain wasn’t properly communicating with my body. I was trapped. My eyes slowly opened as my lungs took a deep breath in, then out. After a while, I started to regain control. When I could finally comprehend what was happening, I was left with a million questions. After getting up from the bed, I started to look around. Everything was in ruins. My once perfectly pristine hospital room was torn apart. I trudged through the rubble, piecing together the few scraps that were left. I shuffled across the hall and peeled away the covers to find a perfectly scarred corpse. After trying to get that image out of my mind, I continued on my journey through the desolate hallways, constantly tripping over a trail of empty medicine bottles and an assortment of scattered pills. I deliberately searched for any clues that would lead me to any kind of answer. It wasn’t long before I stumbled across an array of papers spread out across the nurses station. I couldn’t comprehend a majority of what the papers said, the letters looked as if they were carelessly sprinkled across the page. I combed through the papers, hopelessly looking for anything that would ring a bell. In between multiple death reports and medical records, I noticed an image of a scar that seemed recognizable. I pondered for hours, racking my brain for any information that would

I personally connect to A Chair for My Mother in several different ways. When I was a young child my mother and I lived with my grandmother, our house burned down and they were unable to save our belongings. Thankfully, we were blessed with kind family and friends that helped us just like they had help in the story. Another connection I have with the story is that when I was growing up my mom always kept a big jar and would fill it with change. This jar was a huge! My siblings and I would all hunt for change to add to the change jar because that was always our money that we used to do things on vacation. I remember sorting all the coins out when the

“CHARLES!!! Wake up, you got a game today!”, my wife Beverly screamed. My bed has never felt more comfortable. I know it’s only a pull-out couch, but I love it. I lay in bed some more because I don’t want to get up and deal with nothing today. “CHARLES! Hurry up!” Beverly screeches. I know that if I stay any longer she will come get me, so I gather the courage and jump out of bed. My feet make a huge thud as my enormous figure lands heavily on the weak wooden floor. It’s hot and steamy durin’ this time of July, which always brings me back to my wretched days of working on the plantation. I walk over slowly and struggle to open the worn old window. A nice breeze flows in and I can smell the Magnolia flowers bloomin’ in

If I had a theme song that played every time I waltzed into a room, I would like to think that it was an inspiring melody that uplifted those around it. This year the exhilarating tune that captures my entire junior year would have to be “Defying Gravity.” The encouraging messages about being yourself perfectly enrapture this year. In this essay, I will examine the reason I chose this song and why it applies to me.

The key uses of Haptic Feedback are in the image outlines delineated by the feel sensation in a way like object simulation in a location near the user. In this way, it can be used in the training of individuals to perform tasks that require hand and eye coordination, including space ship