Ok, so i wrote my emory short answer all over again and I need some advice. Please do not combine this thread with my other thread as this is a completely different essay than my last!
prompt: What is your favorite ride at the amusement park? How does this reflect your approach to life?
My heart starts to pound and my palms become sweaty. I have been looking at this ride for years, and the time to ride on this monster has come. I quietly stare out into the sky, looking at the birds above me. The line then begins to move and I slowly approach the man in charge who checks to see if I have met the height requirements. I cross my fingers, hoping to be sent back to my parents, but to no avail. 5 minutes pass and I can hardly stand to look at the convoluted ride. 10 minutes pass and I cannot believe I am putting myself through this agony. 15 minutes pass and I can barely breathe.
It is now my turn and I take a seat on the infamous "Hulk". My feet are dangling and I feel alone. Quickly, the ride takes off and goes higher and higher. I close my eyes and spread my arms wide open. I fly. I start off by swooping down to the ground level and then burst back up to the clouds. I do this again and again until my mind is in peace.
The ride quickly ends and I sit there flabbergasted. I had feared this ride for years in my childhood, but, at that moment, I embraced the beast. I found courage in myself that day, which, as a result, has defined the way I tackle life.
prompt: What is your favorite ride at the amusement park? How does this reflect your approach to life?
My heart starts to pound and my palms become sweaty. I have been looking at this ride for years, and the time to ride on this monster has come. I quietly stare out into the sky, looking at the birds above me. The line then begins to move and I slowly approach the man in charge who checks to see if I have met the height requirements. I cross my fingers, hoping to be sent back to my parents, but to no avail. 5 minutes pass and I can hardly stand to look at the convoluted ride. 10 minutes pass and I cannot believe I am putting myself through this agony. 15 minutes pass and I can barely breathe.
It is now my turn and I take a seat on the infamous "Hulk". My feet are dangling and I feel alone. Quickly, the ride takes off and goes higher and higher. I close my eyes and spread my arms wide open. I fly. I start off by swooping down to the ground level and then burst back up to the clouds. I do this again and again until my mind is in peace.
The ride quickly ends and I sit there flabbergasted. I had feared this ride for years in my childhood, but, at that moment, I embraced the beast. I found courage in myself that day, which, as a result, has defined the way I tackle life.