...I heard shouts and screams, the crying of those who seemed in peril, and I was in the middle. It was the summer of 2011, July, a crisp morning breeze awoken me. Then through the nooks and crannies the sun peeked through and I was showered with warmth and energy. Then I remembered today was the day. We were going to Great America, and I said I was going to overcome my fear of the Demon. Or was I? But that was for later. I sprinted through the hallway. Got my clothes from the dryer, brushed my teeth, grabbed a cup of good ol’ OJ and a slightly, frozen waffle. I changed clothes, ate, brushed at the same time. I got ready so fast that even my sister was still asleep. Only me and my parents were awake. Then I sat, wondered how many and what rides I should entertain myself with, oh what wonders await!...
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...Every time when I get sick and got the wind knocked out of me I remember the first time that I went on a roller coaster. It was a humid and muggy day at the end of the spring and in the beginning of summer. The were hoards of people all over the place and the smell of popcorn filled the air. The normal person would be excited but not me because today I would have to face my fear of going on a roller coaster. My fears of heights and being held upside down did not make a good combination when it came for confidence of going on a roller coaster. As my friends and I walk around my park one of them says how they want to go on the roller coaster. I quickly deflect this and I point to another ride and say maybe we should work our way up. Thankfully my friends agree and we walk to the smaller ride. The smaller ride was over almost as soon as we got on and all of a sudden I found myself walking with my friends to the larger ride. Out of desperation I point to another ride hoping they will agree but they denine saying that we aren’t staying here all day and that we should go on the cool rides. My heart sank deep in my chest. I wanted to tell my friends desperately that I didn’t want to go on the roller coaster but I don't want people to think I was scared of going on the roller coaster....
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...greatest fear? How can you overcome it? Write about one specific educational experience from your past where you addressed a fear and overcame it and how you succeeded in this process. I look forward to implement my knowledge which I got by this education to be in better position in my professional career and be a efficient clinical nurse for the assistant of my patients. I fear about to implement my thinking in word and sentence on my essay papers I came from India and this is my first experience in online classes but I can overcome my fear by improving my writing skills by writing different essays and many discussion and in presence As I begin this experience, I look forward to expanding my education and becoming a better nurse for my patients. My greatest fear is being able to write well-written papers because it has been a while since I have had to write one. I can overcome my fear by watching the tutorial videos and practicing my writing skills through these discussion boards and future essays. One specific educational experience from my past where I addressed fear was when I came to this country for this first time and had to pass my RN exam. Although I was afraid, I studied to the best of my ability, took the exam and passed it. If I let my fear overcome my dreams, I would not be where I am now. I was able to succed in this process because I overcame my fear in order to practice in my profession. I am a brand new registered nurse, so I am excited about my future...
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...I Was Like Dying Fear. "Fear" is a word that is flexible in its use. The simple, four-letter word has such deep meaning and power to control a person's life. The power it exudes is so cray-cray that it can cause someone to be oblivious to reality and prevent the truth from coming into the light. Personally, I used to have a fear. A fear so cray it controlled my life. A fear that occasionally prevented me from sleeping. A fear that I could not gain control over; it was so powerful that I could not arrest it and lock it in jail, and forget about it forever and ever. This fear was the fear of anesthesia. People are administered doses of this drug on a daily basis. In fact, most people love it. They love the sensation of drifting off into a deep sleep not having to worry about anything. I, on the other hand, hate it. Anesthesia was NOT my BFF. I had received it like a thousand times as a kid and a tween, and most times I was cool with it. Just like everyone else, I loved it. I loved it until the day I thought it was murdering me. While I was going under, a sharp pain maneuvered its way through...
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...not how I see it. I believe that overcoming your fears it necessary because it can show you a whole side to yourself and the world you've never experienced before. Hear me out as I used to be apart of those “typical people”, and I had no problem staying away from my fear. My fear of fish. I can still remember with vivid details my first encounter with fish, it traumatized me. I have always been weary about fish and I never really liked them but it has never developed into a phobia until… that day… the day everything changes. It started in 2011, and I was in Florida, more specifically...
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...I joined the union because I wanted to feel powerful. As a black girl from Eastern Kentucky I have never felt powerful as I moved through the world. Like the rest of black and brown America, I had been watching as our justice system failed time and again to protect my community. The death of Trayvon Martin and the birth of Black Lives Matter ushered in a time of anger, frustration, and fear in my life. The experience of watching my disabled brother be arrested while sitting in a parking lot because the officer thought he “looked suspicious” affirmed a narrative that I had no agency over what happened in my life or community. The fight for justice, equal treatment, courage, and influence are all fights that the union takes on every day. As a union member, I saw black and brown people taking charge and demanding change. People of color, especially women, made...
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...As Milo and Tock continued on their journey, they came to a fork in the road. As they carefully chose a road to take, they noticed that it lead to a sign that read “Left is your lucky way!” Tock noticed that the message was written on top of other words. They both didn’t think much of it. As they walked on a dirt road they noticed that it got darker faster than the two other roads. In the middle of the road, there was a sign that informed them that happiness is an hour away. Since Milo and Tock were driving, they can see ahead of the road since they had headlights on. “BEWARE OF THE ATROCITY THAT WILL HAPPEN BEYOND THE DOME!” Milo read out loud with a scratchy voice. They didn’t understand because there was no dome. So they...
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...Childhood fears have always haunted our minds as kids. From the more classical boogie man in the closet, to the more present day Hollywood horror movies. My childhood fear at the time unfortunately was scary movies, heights, and being afraid of the dark. As a young child, mainly around the age of 4 to 7 years old, screams and loud stressful noises wasn’t generally my favorite amusement. I rather settle my small completive mind to action figures and video games than being scared so bad I would piss me pants. Everyday my older sisters would come home from high school, mouths over whelmed with gossip and in a not so gentle mood, would snatch the remote from my hand as if my age held no authority to them. Young and very much helpless, I sat aside curious to what sixteen year old drama queens particularly watch. My oldest sister Melissa, channel surfs and stops on a dreadful theme song followed, by the title of the show in greenish texture. I remained seated wondering what would happen next. The show started off normal and eventually became more clear and horrifying. Having watched the show, sleeping wasn’t so easy, but as months pasted, I conquered my fear of horror films and progressed on. Growing up at the age of 8 had its own fashionable trend, when it came to who was your favorite super hero. In my custom made all blue pajamas and a red towel tied around my neck, I’d extended my arms and ran through the house with not a care in the world. Paranoid at the motor boat sounds I repeatedly...
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...FEAR OF ALTOPHOBIA Veronica Taylor ENG121: ENGLISH COMPOSITION 1(AXC1420C) Instructor: Erin Nelson May 16, 2014 Fear of Alto phobia The fear I need to conquer is my fear of heights. Heights are one of my biggest fears that I have tried numerous of times to get over. This fear causes me to have real bad anxiety attacks to where I sweat, shake, have blurred vision, and have trouble breathing to where I have an asthma attack. One day my sister tried to help me conquer my fears by making me ride on roller coaster and that day is the day that I will never forget because she made my fears worst. The bad thing about my fear is when I go to sleep I picture myself up high in the air somewhere falling and wake up instantly nervous in a cold sweat, scared and emotional. Every time I go to an amusement park I promise every one that I am going to ride on all the rides. When I get there, I freeze up and back out. My sister always forces me to get on the biggest ride which is called The Beast. The beast is concerned to be the longest and biggest rollercoaster and it’s made out of wood. They tell me that I can do it and that it’s not that bad, but they lied. I wanted to get on so bad but, my fear just took over and wouldn’t let me just like always. What really causes me to have a fear of heights was the movie called Final Destination. In the movie all kinds of disturbing and crazy things happen. In one of the sense there were people up on the rollercoaster riding when...
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...America and Diversity Over more than two hundred years, the United States has grown from a fledgling nation to one of the most powerful countries in the world. The principles which established this nation attracted many different groups to its shores. Principles of freedom of religion and speech bought refugees from different ethnic groups. While other groups came to seek their fortune in the “land of opportunity”, one group came to the America under duress. Each group found prejudice and discrimination. As the years passed and the country continued to grow, the barriers of prejudice and discrimination were beginning to crumble. The different groups began to accept the differences that accompanied the diversity of the nation. These changes bring up a question. Has the United States finally overcome our fear of diversity? If we examine the cultural background of Americans, we will discover many are of European descent. Many of our ancestors came looking for religious freedom. Others came to settle debts they had in their homeland. Some citizens are descendants of slaves who were sold to affluent citizens and plantation owners. The circumstances around people in these groups arrival resulted in prejudice and ethnocentrism. Prejudice was not just directed toward African Americans during the 19th century. German, Irish, Polish, Chinese and Italian immigrants found themselves the victims of prejudice and discrimination (Schaeffer, 2013). They came to the United States...
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...Literature I-search Paper Choosing a topic for a paper such as this one was really difficult for me. I have always been an avid reader and have always loved so many different authors. There are many questions I have about authors, their works and literature in general. For this paper I choose to write about someone who is a little more modern day; someone who everyone would be familiar with, regardless of whether they are a fan or not. I choose to write about the very famous author, Stephen King. Stephen King has always fascinated me, not only as an author but as a person. This is a man who seems to have an imagination that is never ending, with a soul and mind so dark, is it beyond compare. How else could you write and publish over 60 horror books? All of which are unique, intense, and ultimately terrifying. My question is, who is this person and what is it that inspires this creativity and horror? As a child, I grew up in a household of readers. There was never a time I that I can recall my mother, father, brothers, or myself not having one or more books that each of us were reading. My mother’s favorite author was (and is) Stephen King. There was something that intrigued me about this, though I was not allowed to read most of his works for the longest time; of course my mother was concerned that they would be inappropriate for me to read. This only made the intrigue of the author that much more. Once I was old enough to begin discovering his works, I started to understand...
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...felt that these two cases were connected. Later, Nicolas Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti came to pick up the car of the, then suspected anarchist, Mike Boda, from a local garage (Davidson & Lytle, 2005, p. 262). They were then the primary targets of the investigation thereafter. This case would become an international dilemma of American injustice. Both men protested against governments with anarchists’ views. They...
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...Each and every person is unique and has their own experiences, but if there’s anything that we all have in common is having fear. Fear is a feeling that everyone has felt at one point in their life; whether it’s fear of spiders, public speaking or heights everyone has felt it and has possibly tried to overcome it. In my case my fear was roller coasters back in eighth grade and just like many people I was determined to overcome my fear. There are three things to look forward to in eighth grade; being the oldest and feeling a sense or leadership, being the last year of your middle school experience, and the end of year field trip to Six Flags. Of course I was excited for all these things except for one, the Six Flags field trip. However, fourteen...
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... All through my life, I was characterized as the shy girl who blended into the background like a wallflower. I never did the talking and let the others talk. It was not that I did not have anything to say, but I found it difficult on every level to vocalize my thoughts. I always feared what others would say, think or what if I failed etc. It was a never-ending list of 'what-ifs'. It grew to such an extent that I would avoid instances where I had to face people like competitions, student council interviews, elections etc. What I did not realize was that over time, the fear had become a bubble in which I was trapped and could not get out. Teachers and friends had started assuming that I had nothing to say. I realized that the only way to get my place in the society's pyramid was by doing the work assigned to me to the best of my capabilities and having excellent manners. I inculcated both in myself that I became someone whom all teachers and students depended on to get the work done. The turning point of my life came, when I decided that it was time for me to burst the bubble and face my fear of facing people. In Grade 10, I decided to join the student council of the school. It was a long process that included an interview by the coordinator and other teachers. The day they called us for interview, I was terrified. I felt like I was slipping back into the bubble without actually taking a step forward. But an old teacher of mine had told me these words which I will never forget...
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...baffling to me after my last traumatizing experience on this terrifyingly large animal. Galloping on a horse in an open field is what some look forward to, where I scream at the thought. This fear all started one day after basketball camp in the summer heat with a few of my horse-riding friends. The day started with an exhausting few hours in the heat at basketball camp, but I was smiling knowing it was over and I was going to hang out with my friends Macy and Stigall. Little did I know, that smile would soon turn to a frown because of them using the lame excuse that it will be “fun” for all of us to ride horses together. Me being the one that does not ride horses often, I joined Macy on her...
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