Yale 250 Feedback
Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:16 pm
Hi all,
I have almost no idea what the Yale 250 should (or should not) be about, and I could seriously use some feedback on whether I am even going in the right direction. Any help is welcomed.
I watched as the waves tore away a piece of my life. The pier I had just been standing on was groaning and creaking, struggling to maintain its hold on the shore. These sounds were what prompted me to move onto the relative safety of the beach. The wooden staircase was the first piece to go. With a loud snap, it wrenched free of its supports and began its journey out to sea. Not long after, the remainder of the pier followed.
Until this point, Hurricane Irene had seemed like just another storm, something that would come and go and eventually become just a vague memory. My family was on the New Jersey Shore, just like every other summer that I could remember, and we had decided not to evacuate as the storm drew closer. After being cooped up in our house for a full day, without any power, I felt the need to go outside. I waited until the winds started to die down a little—the eye of the storm—and rode my bike down the block, to the pier where almost all of my childhood summer memories had taken place. This pier was where I had my first kiss, where I met my best friend, and where I had played my first solo guitar concert. In effect, this pier played a significant part in shaping who I am today.
As I watched the pier float away, with sand and spray blowing in my eyes, I felt a certain sadness, but not for the memories that had been attached to it—I still had those. Instead, my sadness was for the future memories that I had taken for granted would happen on this very same pier, and now it was washing away. It was while reflecting on this scene, later on, that I finally realized it is not the place that makes the memories significant, but the memories that make the place significant, and I determined to make the most of everywhere I go in life.
I have almost no idea what the Yale 250 should (or should not) be about, and I could seriously use some feedback on whether I am even going in the right direction. Any help is welcomed.
I watched as the waves tore away a piece of my life. The pier I had just been standing on was groaning and creaking, struggling to maintain its hold on the shore. These sounds were what prompted me to move onto the relative safety of the beach. The wooden staircase was the first piece to go. With a loud snap, it wrenched free of its supports and began its journey out to sea. Not long after, the remainder of the pier followed.
Until this point, Hurricane Irene had seemed like just another storm, something that would come and go and eventually become just a vague memory. My family was on the New Jersey Shore, just like every other summer that I could remember, and we had decided not to evacuate as the storm drew closer. After being cooped up in our house for a full day, without any power, I felt the need to go outside. I waited until the winds started to die down a little—the eye of the storm—and rode my bike down the block, to the pier where almost all of my childhood summer memories had taken place. This pier was where I had my first kiss, where I met my best friend, and where I had played my first solo guitar concert. In effect, this pier played a significant part in shaping who I am today.
As I watched the pier float away, with sand and spray blowing in my eyes, I felt a certain sadness, but not for the memories that had been attached to it—I still had those. Instead, my sadness was for the future memories that I had taken for granted would happen on this very same pier, and now it was washing away. It was while reflecting on this scene, later on, that I finally realized it is not the place that makes the memories significant, but the memories that make the place significant, and I determined to make the most of everywhere I go in life.