Personal Narrative On Drones

We were racing through the field and I just kept thinking to myself nothing bad will happen. There was an oil pumping jack on a hill up ahead. The hill was not to steep; it was much like a small ditch. The pumping jack was surrounded with white gravel. As we were getting closer Taylor started to slow down until we finally came to a complete stop. Taylor told us how she used to jump the four wheelers up the hill and how much fun it was. This was the point where I started to second guess being on the four wheeler with a person I did not know. Taylor sped up and jumped over the hill, she landed perfectly. Jadey decided to try it so I held on really tight, we sped up and shot over the hill. We landed great the first time and went back for another round. As Jadey got more confident doing this we began going faster and higher off the hill. It was the fourth round that did not go so well. We took off from about thirty yards away and were going fairly fast, over the hill and up into the air we went. The four wheeler started to tip forward and I could tell we were going to land with the front wheels first. Jadey panicked and hit the brakes right as the front wheels hit the ground which caused me to fly forward and fall off the four wheeler. The four wheeler ran over my left inner thigh and I hit my head on the hard gravel. It all happened so quickly that is was a

I stomped my feet on the ground trying to regain their attention, but still no one was looking at me. I swung my right arm back and forth trying to stretch it out. I repositioned myself while the teachers were not paying any attention. I thought to myself, this is the event I had been waiting for had finally arrived. Student Council organized a “pie in the face” fundraiser and now was my chance to pie my teacher. As I eagerly gripped the pie and readied the throw, the unthinkable happened! My right foot slipped on a clear object while I chucked my pie towards the principle. As my back collided with the hard ground, the pie was thrown straight up into the air. I opened my eyes once the pain in

Rodney Rocha is a NASA engineer and co-chair of Debris Assessment Team (DTS). When possibility of wing damage

In this modern era, the value of life is what makes sacrifice meaningful. In Agamben’s Homo Sacer: Sovereign Power and Bare Life he discusses the concept of homo sacer, which is “ a body that can be killed but not sacrificed.” He also talks about the state of exception and how “the sovereign exception (as zone of in distinction between nature and right) is the presupposition of the juridical reference in the form of its suspension.” (Agamben 21) This concept can be related to the issues involving drones and drone warfare. In Gregoire Chamayou’s A Theory of the Drones, he focuses on how drones are transforming the laws of wars, and radicalizing certain aspects in warfare, that is bringing in a new era with immoral dimensions. This could alter the political arena for the countries that already use them. (13) The danger therefore, does not lie with the drone operators, as they no longer face the danger of being exposed to the enemy, this has also immunized them to the possible trauma of reflecting upon their own violence because they are viewing everything though a screen a thousand miles away. The real danger lies with society as a whole with the politics of waging war removed from the purview of citizens, this affects societies continued ability to critique or reject violence.

Early morning on the first day, Tanner had it in his head that I should learn how to ride a longboard. I accepted his challenge to learn and quickly began trying to ride and quickly began realizing it might take a while before could. The next few hours were filled with steps to improve my balance and comfort until I was riding up and down small hills comfortably with decent control of the board. Then Tanner decided that I was ready for a real hill, I was hesitant at first but he convinced me and I soon found myself looking down a hill and questioning what I had done to put myself if this position. Before I really had time to think about it I was going. I gained speed quickly, I could see the sun glisten off the water and feel the breeze steadily pick up. It was great. Then I fell. I could feel my feet hitting the ground one after another but soon my feet were behind me and I was landing on my side on the concrete road. By the time Tanner made his way back up the road I was

For many people, just the word drone sends a chill down their spine. The infamous reputation of these unmanned flying objects comes from their heavy use in war zones where they are meant to track and kill. The purpose of these drones is to complete a mission without risking the lives of soldiers. Contrary to popular belief, most drones are used for purposes other than warfare. The public rarely hears about the positive side of drones and thus their opinion on drones is simply biased because they do not realize that there is another, much larger side to drones that is peaceful. Most drones are used for surveillance along borders or simply for fun. The use of drones for recreation seems to slowly be catching on and will offer amazing possibilities. Even though many people do not recognize the positive side of drones, they have the power to revolutionize the way we see and understand the world, protect the lives of the soldiers and allow for amazing private experiences through their wide range of uses.

I usually didn’t have a problem with four wheelers. For one thing, I had always wore a helmet, I had never crashed before, and I never thought I would. Suddenly, I find myself driving towards the trees. I lost control of my four wheeler and was about to crash. “Stop, you’re out of control!” I thought to myself, but I was so stunned, I couldn’t even move one muscle

Imagine the head of our military has given a kill order aver well known military facility is about to be destroyed after years of searching for our country's number one enemy we will finally defeat this dangerous person after the ash has cleared and the drone has done its job, only then do we find out that instead of illuminating our enemy we have destroyed a school yard filled with young children, even though the location was correct,our information was incorrect. Had a human been manning the missile rather than the drone, we could have stopped the tragedy, because of our mistake, we are now the enemy.

As the months until the recital strolled on by, my dance teacher, Miss --------, made ------ and I rehearse the routine until we committed it to memory. However, four days before the recital, I decided to test my “flying abilities”. Little did I know, jumping off of a bucket from the top of a short staircase and hard tiled landing with minimal carpet area at the bottom would have me with tears; streaming down my cheeks and onto my frowning dimples at the sight of an x-ray portraying a broken ulna in my arm. The idea of being able to fly off of a bucket safely was proven to be an incorrect theory; also, the thought of participating in my dance recital was now a false statement too. And for an eight year old, it was too much to comprehend. On the day of the recital, my parents and I showed up; to show support for ---and----. As the people had finished taking their seats and the curtain was raised, the stage revealed a background that read “Dance Mania

This time I also didn’t need my dad there because my mom was watching in case I fell. Later on my mom said we should go inside and get some food, so we did. I still hadn't learned yet, though my mom said I should wait for dad to help out. My dad got home and right away we got working on riding my bike. He held my sides as I rode and I didn’t fall, and again let go, but this time when I zoomed back to my house I stopped I didn’t fall. I was leaping around with energy and happiness running through my entire body.

The new instructor talked me through the controls again, then he drove out to the take-off strip. Now I was dreading this. I always had a thing for adrenaline, but this was freaking me out. The instructor explained how he would get us up in the air first, then he would let me take control. Well, he had to get up to speed first which, might I add is super-fast to the point of not being able to lean forward a little bit. The plane started to shake and crackle and make all sorts of noise. There were no handles to hold on to, so I clenched onto the bottom of my leather booster seat digging all my nails in and head tilt back with my teeth

I built more planes and several months later started a new project, a small drone that could be flown for short distances using a camera. Its four powerful blades flew very well during the maiden flight until I had to repeat the phrase "fly, crash, repeat" in a disappointed voice as my battle with gravity and the ground was lost. I retrieved my craft and began the repair process, delaying the project by two more months. The next flight was more successful as it flew faster and responded quicker than before. I knew it wouldn't crash from a mechanical failure

Lessons, They’re many of them that we need to and can learn about in life even if they seem pointless. Well I learned a very important lesson back when I was young I think it’s still very important to this day. I’m in 4th grade and I was still young and didn’t know a lot of things during that time and also thought like most kids that school was miserable and just wanted to get through the whole day. It’s about time to go when our teacher announces that we are going to be learning about bicycle safety tomorrow and if we have our own bicycle we can bring it. My head perked up and I was paying a little attention to what she was saying and it sounded a little interesting to me but there was a problem with this. I had my own bicycle but the only thing is I didn’t know how to ride it well more like I didn’t know how to keep my self balanced. Since I didn’t know how to keep myself balanced on a bike I decided that I wouldn’t bring a bicycle and just walk through the lesson but I had a heavy feeling in my chest that urged me to learn

One day, I walked to the nearby park with my parents and my plane. I loved the park. It was the one place where I wouldn’t get easily bored. I had been in the park before, but the only place I had played in was the playground. When I got there, I did what I always had done: I went down the green and purple slides first. I loved the slides, it was my second favorite thing to do in the park. Then I went on my favorite park item: the bright blue swings. To me, flying was the best thing in the world, and the closest you could get to flying was on a swing. I gripped the black metal chains as I went on the swings again and again. Suddenly, I realized that I still hadn’t finished exploring the park yet! Through the trees, I could see a green field that many people were playing on. I got off my bright blue swing, still holding the plane, and looked around for a place to put it. I didn’t realize that I could have given it to my mom to put in her handbag. Instead, I did something which seemed like a logical idea at the time: just leave it on the swing. It was a perfect plan, I would leave it there, play in the field, and pick it up when I came back. It was like when you go to the pool: you leave your towel on the bench, you swim, then you get out of the pool and use your towel to dry off. To me, leaving my plane on the swing before you play was just as normal as leaving your towel on a bench before you swim. Nothing will happen to it. That was my main thought as I left my plane on the swing. My parents didn’t notice as I quietly put it on there. “I want to go there.” I said, pointing to the field.

It was November 1st, 2007, it was a bright sunny day, the sky was blue, and the lake in the back of my house was sparkling and shining. I didn’t understand much because I was three years old but my mother was taking down the halloween decorations, and in the archway across from my room hung a black streamer, and of course since I was a baby, I thought I was helping by taking down the streamer for my mom, but that was the dumbest thing I had ever done. I pulled up a chair so I could try to reach it but I noticed that the chair was wobbling back and forth, but that didn’t stop me, so I continued to climb the chair. I tried to reach the thick, sparkly, black streamer, but my arms were too short, short like some branches on a tree, but before I could think of it, the leg of the chair collapsed, like a building being demolished. I really don’t know how it happened, it was random, but it sure did startle me. I was petrified, the chair fell backwards causing me to fly over it like a bird. One of my arms hit the archway so hard, my bone snapped, and the other arm however, I crushed it with all of my body weight. I must’ve been flung extremely hard. At that time, I was a human slingshot.