No Barriers Reflection Imagine every sport you love playing being ripped away from you. One day, you’re able to hike up mountains to see a breathtaking view, and the next you can’t see two inches in front of you. This is exactly what happened to Erik Weihenmayer right before his first year of high school. Although he didn’t go blind out of the blue, it was still as if the Earth had shifted from right beneath him. Erik always new his juvenile retinoschisis would one day claim his vision, but…
Imagine someone pushes a snowball down a hill as it rolls down the steep hill someone else give it an extra push. Who's fault is it when the snowball, massive in size, hits a pedestrian and injures them? The one who initially pushed the snowball down the hill or the one who gave it the extra push? This is what happens in Macbeth, by William Shakespeare, the witches gave the initial push to Macbeth while Lady Macbeth gave an extra push all leading to the murder of many. Before all of this,…
The jury is out!! Which facet of the fence do you sit on? Snowboarding has its location as a style drove recreation, and creating a declaration at the hill seems to be the manner ahead for most riders. So the query remains, why smash your appearance with a silly helmet? The answer for me is clear; you'll by no means see me using without a nicely geared up snowboarding helmet! It wasn't usually this manner... Once I discovered to experience, for as a minimum the primary three weeks I was…
As I was accustomed to turning on skis, I automatically assumed it would be as simple as turning the board with your feet. This knowledge did not translate well to snowboards, and as I attempted to turn right on the beginner’s slope, I fell backwards into the snow with a loud, audible THUD…
learned this when I had a massive face plant that bloodied my face, broke both my helmet and my goggles, gave me a concussion, and forced my lower lip to inflate to the size of a cocktail wiener. I only remember coming back to full consciousness in the ski patrol hut seeing my normally khaki colored glove now dripping a scarlet red, and a patrolman, who was not the nicest person in the world, continuously nagging “You were skiing out of bounds, I should pull your pass.” On the trip to the…
I nervously walked to the ski lifts with my cousins in a heavy red coat and black gloves. When I tried breathing, a cloud of white came out. I kept trying to calm my fired up nerves with breathing techniques. Try as I might, I couldn’t get my nerves to calm down. It was like my nerves were on fire and that fire couldn’t be put out. When we finally got to the ski lifts, my legs suddenly felt as if they had been weighed down. The closer the ski lift came, the heavier my legs were. I started to…
For Martyna. My best friend and biggest fan. Back Track Traveling through the mountains that are pregnant with a winter breeze, a light grey haze slowly forces itself into my line of sight. As we travel at this remarkable speed, the haze becomes brighter and brighter, slowly engulfing more and more of my surroundings. With each passing second, everything that I see forms one image. They become the spectacle that is my future. I’m still young and have no way to interpret what I have seen.…
grandparents- gather each year for a giant Thanksgiving. My parents have been to Utah many times for separate occasions. They told us stories about all the ski mountains, the nature, the deer and elk, and the tourist attractions. We lived in Ohio, so being in the mountains was a first for the family.…
D.C. Souvenir My memento is a beanie and sweatshirt that I bought on the senior class D.C. trip. The beanie is black, white, and gray. It has washington wrapped around the top of it, with a D.C. logo at the bottom of it. The sweatshirt is also black, white, and gray. On the chest of the sweatshirt says Washington D.C. and also down the left arm sleeve. The interesting part about me purchasing these two souvenirs was that I was given a dollar coin since my purchase was a large enough purchase…
test tubes inside all day when I could be burning my lips off flying down a mountain? Fast forward eight years, and while I have grown to understand and respect professions from all walks of life, my passion for skiing remains ever so present. When I ski, I fly. Nothing can catch me. No physics problem set, no essay on Beowulf’s attitude towards Grendel, no marketing presentation could ever do more than nip at my heels when I’m gliding down the slopes. When my grandfather died, I wept. I cried.…