Hugh once again had vanished. It’s not unheard of that the top students to disappear for extended periods of time but this is usually only for a few days. Those that did disappear usually could afford to as they had high enough intelligence and a strong enough work ethic to afford themselves a few days absence. They knew well that dropping grades would result in severe reprimands and if it persisted then they would be painfully reminders of the importance of school. But Hugh despite his vastly superior intelligence than everyone else was distracted, lazy, and generally uninterested in school or learning. When I found him, I saw these inherent weaknesses and the great potential in him. So, I advocated for a change of doctrine that centered around …show more content…
The best of which was Star Trek. I wish that the universe was in fact so populated with countless organisms instead of the cold lifeless reality. Every time I was able to get ahold of another episode from Earth I watched it over and over again, dreaming and hoping to be Captain Kirk fearlessly exploring new areas pf the universe. I know now that unless my tracker friend Carl finds Hugh soon that the depth of my exploration will be but one square mile in a stale metal box. All this could be sorted if Hugh ever answered his phone. It’s these moments in my life that I ponder the choices in my life. I wish I had focused more on my people skills rather than entirely on academics. An academic could only do so much without good political skills to convince others of her worth. Maybe I could have been one of the select to be on those trips to Earth. Though by know I would be long dead the happiness I would have felt in those couple of decades accumulatively would have been so much greater than the thousands of years spent up here amongst the simpleminded and the …show more content…
In prime location one could observe a magnificent mix of the natural world with the man made. In the evening one could observe the sunset and its radiant colors. Everything in Uron was artificial and decaying. My lone window was not a beacon of hope but a reminder of the prison I was inhabiting. So, I always covered it up to divert me from my reality. I thought that through academics that my revelation would afford me a prestige that would afford me chances that others did not. Instead my superiors decided for me that my greatest strengths were designing curriculums for kids destined to surpass my socially and babysit them to insure that they fulfill their potential to benefit Uron. In Humphry Jackson I saw a chance to make my make and to advance my social standing. But his damned mental weaknesses were evidently too fragile even for my radically lax curriculum. Just then I heard the fluttering of steps outside my door and before I could react my door flew open, violently colliding into my kitchen. In came four men all wearing black suits who glided effortlessly past the battering ram. “Rachel Jenkins your day of reckoning has arrived. Where is Humphry Jackson?” Demanded the shortest man with a calm uncaring countenance and a short well jelled corporate haircut. I did not
The poem ‘High windows’ symbolises the transparency of life but there is still a physical and psychological barrier to life outside the ‘windows’ that we are unable to comprehend. As the windows creates a mood of reflection, that in fact the glass can be interpret as a mirror, rather than barrier but a reflection of our understanding of what life lies ahead. As it starts within us, as the thought of looking through the ‘high windows’ for meaning is impossible as the ‘sun-comprehending glass’, the sun sends a beam of light
“ Ya I guess you are right”. Jack said. He sadly wrapped himself in a bear hug with his grandpa .
Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
As time went on, and Danielle continued to excel in her work as an Engineer, quickly rising to Scotty's "right hand man." Things had been fairly quiet since she had arrived on the Enterprise, though, and she was getting a little tired of the daily monotony, especially since she was experiencing intermittent spasms in her hand that was limiting what she was able to do. Mr. Scott knew that she was bored, and when they came upon a seemingly dead Federation starship, the USS Zenith, he received permission to allow her to come along.
Star Trek the Original Series was a groundbreaking television series that broke barriers between the audience and the media. Using their unique genre of Science Fiction, the creators of Star Trek were able to show television audience a glimpse of the idealist future along with displaying lessons of contemporay times. The critiques of the Cold War were prevalent throughout the series that educated Americans of the real realities of the cost of war. Although the series lasted only three seasons, it left an enduring legacy that created multiple spinoffs and movies.
Before that life-changing moment, I used to immerse myself in striving for academic achievement in the hope of winning favour, acceptance and belonging in my family, but also for its own rewards as I found pure pleasure and passion in writing and reading.
Without these unique experiences, my development as an individual would have stagnated. Fortunately, the decisions of college life continuously push me to refine and question what it means to be
It was five weeks from Planetcrack on Aegis VII. Inside the Planetside Security Office, Sergeant Abraham Neumann comes into Marla’s office. “Hey Marla, you wanna catch a Vid tonight? Union Plaza got a new download.” Neumann asked her. “Bram, I already told you. I have a lot of paperwork to- Holy Shit, what is that!?” She speaks out as she looked into the monitor. “It’s Jen Barrows Dig Team, I’ll feed it through.” She tells Neumann, he nods and heads out into the main office. “Hey Commander, everyone heads up!” He says to them. Vera then smirked. “You finally hit second base with Marla?” Vera joked, making her boyfriend Seth chuckle a little. “Very funny, look at this!” Neumann points to the monitor. “The hell is that?” The Commander asked.
But I also believe this is has made me capable of maturing into a contributing member of society. I’ve been known to take a light-hearted outlook on life choosing to look at the upside of situations that I come across but I also understand when life calls for me to be a serious, smart and a composed decision maker. I still look back to the events that shaped me whether its being in my first class in the U.S. and putting glue on my lips thinking it was chapstick I will never forget the puzzled faces around me. It was a very embarrassing moment for me but when look back on I think of how we are oblivious to the limits of our knowledge; we only realize this when we look back and reflect on it. I believe that continuing my education to the highest level will help me realize my limits and overcome them becoming a better person in the process. What makes me unique is my drive to make an impact on the lives of many and not just myself. I believe that we all be graded on the degree of excellence we show in our lifetime and I intend working intensely so that one day my uniqueness will have made a
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
Star Trek, an American science fiction series created by Gene Roddenberry, revolved around the interstellar escapades of Captain James T. Kirk and the crew of the USS Enterprise as they explored galaxies to seek new discoveries and establish allegiances with otherworldly beings. The first instalment of the show, referred to as The Original Series, had been aired on NBC in 1966 until its third and last season in 1969. After the show’s discontinuation, spin-offs and successor franchises of the series had spawned during the 1980’s due to the increasing number of fans which petitioned for its revival. Star Trek continues to be a phenomenon in popular
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For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
Once upon a time there was a calf named Silverado. Everyday she grazes in the back pastures with all her friend's. On one beautiful day Silverado was grazing in a far back pasture all by herself. The sun was beating down on her all white back. She could feel the heat.