As I walk to the car, I can feel myself becoming hesitant. “I drive all the time, you're a good driver, don’t worry.” I whispered to myself as I slid into the driver's seat. Waiting for my Dad to jump in the car with me, I sat there, thinking of all the possible outcomes of my test. I had become more nervous than I was before. I tend to do this a lot.
My favorite Pecan Fest experience has to be the first time I rode Pharaoh’s Fury. It was so scary in my head, I was like “no!” If my friends could do it I could do it too. There were kindergarteners,1st,and 2nd graders going on that ride so I knew I could do it. I was convincing myself to go on that ride saying I’m not a scardey cat. My friends said that the middle was less, scary but unfortunately it was taken so we had to go to the top I was about run out of the ride but my friends were holding me back creak!
Wait, I thought, I only have French toast on birthday mornings. Oh my gosh, I forgot it was my sister’s birthday. I rushed down the stairs trying not to wake her up. Today was the day I got to go where I had been wishing to go my whole life, Cedar Point. The smell of French toast was strong in the air as I sneaked into the kitchen as quiet and spy-like as I could.
Only there do I become the most impatient person to exist, wanting to scream at the employees as to why it takes them so long to deliver my luggage, totally oblivious to the fact that they’ve got to carry heavy suitcases, hundreds of them. It’s hard to conceive as to why nothing can work out in my favor at this period of time, but pon my improved perception, brought upon by Wallace’s speech, I was able to apprehend my self-oriented personality and pessimistic stance on life and my decisions, which ultimately displayed the unnecessary negativity and caused me to have a more positive outlook on life, that I should start being more considerate and empathetic towards others, more caring for others, and more aware of what others are going through as well. To draw a close, Wallace offers an ideal explanation that if people don’t begin to exercise the flexibility they have when it comes to choosing how to think or add meaning to their routine experiences, they have nothing to gain and life loses its beauty. “This is Water” not only sends the message that humans are naturally self-centered, but also suggests that humans are slaves to their own brains, and the only method to escape that madness is to change their perspective on their
This time, to not repeat my last accident, I put the cup on the table next to my jelly sandwich. I run back over to the fridge and pull out the cold 2% milk. Slowly and carefully, I fill the cup halfway this time and return the milk to the fridge, then sit down in my mahogany wooden chair to enjoy my delicious jelly sandwich and milk. “I’m so proud of you!” My mom proclaims as she comes off the last steps of the staircase with a large smile on her face. She walks over to my chair and looks at my little snack.
In addition, it was obvious the weather would only grow worse from the grey clouds that hung above my head. The queue had become shorter and so had my breaths as I watched the roller coaster loop around the track. My body was physically churning now as the group of people who stood before me stepped onto the ride, I knew that soon enough it would be my turn. I stood there like an emotional wreck, my heart pounding and knees weak from shaking. I delivered another quick glance to see if I could propose an escape route, although I knew it was too late.
After about an hour of people showering, we all piled in a car and pulled off to Six Flags. Once we got there, we found a spot and got our tickets. Everyone was so excited except for me. We went to a roller coaster. I told my mom that I was scared but she told me to try it and I did.
Once upon a time I was afraid of the Tornado, a massive water slide, because it was closed in with no light and there was a deep-dark drop off, but I overcame the fear. If I was to back down and not go on this water slide I knew that I would regret not going when we left for home. The slide was called ¨Tornado¨ and that didn't sound very pleasing to me. All my friends had already been down it several times and I was the only one left to
I remember walking up to the coater and seeing the drop behind the building that held the line. I was going to walk away with my mother until my older sister Amanda suggested that I just sit in the seat to see if I would be able to ride. I sensed that she was up to something, so I fought the idea until my dad picked me up and put me in the seat himself. The seat was comfortable, but I still didn’t like the look on my families faces. As soon as they pulled the restraint over my head.