Poetry / A Poem about mac and cheese [4]

A base of noodles a sauce of cheese
An American favorite, a neccessity!

For its lofty pedestal many have contended
None could match a taste as respected as splendid.
The corndog tried the hotdog failed
Greenbean cassarole, Apple Pie-None prevailed.

Then one day its post was challenged
The haughty french fry demanded hommage.
Eaten by millions everyday
The french fry tauted he pulled more sway.

Though popping up in scores of places
He left vacant some important spaces.
Family reuniouns, get togheters
Birthday parties and many others

Eaten for convenience and not for love
The French Fry can never rise above
The place in our hearts reserved for one
A taste as welcome as the morining sun

'Cause nothing in the world can please
Like a bowl of macaroni and cheese!!!

Scholarship / "My desire for flight" scholarship essay help wanted [3]

Greetings!! This essay is for a flight scholarship.Please inform me of any grammer/spelling errors or style changes that would make it more compelling.The required lenth is 300 words or less. Thank you.

Where did your desire to fly originate? Were there any people or experiences that lead you in this direction?

Every pilot reflects with sweet fondness on his or her first flight. As an aspiring pilot, I too treasure my first time in the sky. Looking back, I see this experience birthed my passion for aviation.

Stepping out of the van, my eyes filled with airplanes and my heart with excitement. What could be better? This day, in August of 2006, would prove to be a momentous one. It was here, at the Brian, Ohio, fly-in I would make the best decision of my life-to be a pilot.

You must know, though, prior to this day I was oblivious to the aura that accompanies aviation; I was a stranger to all aspects of this vocation. I considered becoming a pilot because I hold a deep respect for my father's advice (he suggested the proposition) and my church needs a pilot for their missions department. However, after this day my consideration changed into determination.

Strolling through the display of birds soon to be auctioned, my dad opened the door to an old Cessna and for the first time I saw the inside of an airplane. I was hooked. Yet, life gets sweeter. During the discovery flight, I told the pilot someday I would fill his shoes. To my surprise, he gave me the controls. I was overwhelmed with excitement. Yet, though deliriously happy, I felt at that moment the responsibility pilots carry (I had two passengers in the back seat). Everyday people trust pilots with their lives; we must know what we're doing.

I love the memory of that crisp August day. The day my eyes first saw a cockpit, the day my feet first left the earth, the day my hands first controlled an airplane, the day I decided no matter what obstacles presented themselves I would be a pilot.