Personal Reflective Essay: Course Analysis
I was perched eighty feet up in the treetop canopy. Although the weather was modest, the daunting heights had oppressed my nerves and shrouded my skin with reflective sweat. I quaked as I agilely swung from one obstacle to the next. My legs, mind, and hands were all fatigued and wrenched, yet the incentive of achieving my goal of finishing the entire obstacle course was enough for me to endure the drudgery a little longer.
When I began the Gunstock Treetop Aerial Adventure Park course, I was drowning myself with sparks of euphoria and hubris. My whole family, and my fourteen year old self, agreed to challenge ourselves to the course on our summer vacation in New Hampshire. The day began with vast family enjoyment, which involved playing with …show more content…
The whole tube swung horizontally just before his toes appeared outside the tube. After that, his whole body followed, and he did not speak much more for the rest of the trip. He had a realization, as I would have later, that this course is not as easy as it vainly appeared. The next couple levels were a reflection of the first, with similar obstacles and struggles but only a few feet higher. As the course got further up in the trees, the amount of my ambivalence towards the course simply increased. It was not anymore physically demanding, but the heights were just mentally corroding. The sparks of euphoria and hubris transformed into mere wisps that were sliding out of my hands.
Soon after that, once we completed level five, we were able to visit the ground for a drink. I raced over to their buckets of plain, tap water and poured the translucent, lucid liquid into cone-shaped cups. In one momentous gulp, I drank the water and then refilled my cup to do the same process about five more times in succession. The cheap, tap water wasn’t that tasty, but it did quench my taste buds and relieved my stress of heights momentarily. Then, once everyone licked the last drop out of their cups, my mom and dad asked together, “Do you guys want to continue on to the next
When I began the Gunstock Treetop Aerial Adventure Park course, I was drowning myself with sparks of euphoria and hubris. My whole family, and my fourteen year old self, agreed to challenge ourselves to the course on our summer vacation in New Hampshire. The day began with vast family enjoyment, which involved playing with …show more content…
The whole tube swung horizontally just before his toes appeared outside the tube. After that, his whole body followed, and he did not speak much more for the rest of the trip. He had a realization, as I would have later, that this course is not as easy as it vainly appeared. The next couple levels were a reflection of the first, with similar obstacles and struggles but only a few feet higher. As the course got further up in the trees, the amount of my ambivalence towards the course simply increased. It was not anymore physically demanding, but the heights were just mentally corroding. The sparks of euphoria and hubris transformed into mere wisps that were sliding out of my hands.
Soon after that, once we completed level five, we were able to visit the ground for a drink. I raced over to their buckets of plain, tap water and poured the translucent, lucid liquid into cone-shaped cups. In one momentous gulp, I drank the water and then refilled my cup to do the same process about five more times in succession. The cheap, tap water wasn’t that tasty, but it did quench my taste buds and relieved my stress of heights momentarily. Then, once everyone licked the last drop out of their cups, my mom and dad asked together, “Do you guys want to continue on to the next