Who I am?

I have no extracurricular activity, no involvement in: sports, clubs, volunteering. There is much else I can do below the surface and beyond pay less and unrewarding activities such as those. There are great deeds that can still be completed by me regardless of the desire for these needless activities. Many post-secondary institutions want undermine you and make you think you need these to achieve success but no more!

I have my fault, many of which involving my lack of these so called community activities; I don't have these under my belt but I do have many other positive points to look at. I can build a computer with my eyes closed, and out-script an apple programmer with my hands tied behind my back! How is this possible you might ask, well if you continue reading that may or may not be explained.

I can scale the empire state building with only my feet; I can jump off the golden gate bridge and talk about it! These are not feats any mere human could accomplish but feats a avid gamer such as my self can achieve. A gamer, one who sits upon there bottom all day trying to sythesize reality into: a screen, a mouse and a dream. The word gamer symbolizes my very soul, my meaning for existence and thus is why you want me at your post-secondary institution. There are endless possibilities when one of your students can anticipate the future because of gamers nature of having a sixth sense.

I know, I Dallas Rowe would want to have myself at your post-secondary institution and why wouldn't you?

Unacquainted

Vibrant and contrasting, a solitary red rose within a desolate plain of ash. This was a young man who found himself lost in a place he clearly did not belong, and the young man has confronted a older man who stood opposite him; who was in conferment with his surroundings. The young man beheld a look of consternation; the old man seemed in a serene state of calm, despite his bewildered gaze which seemed as if his face were made of stone. This face hung, frozen in time. Unable to rouse from its sinister state; the face gawked at you menacingly, inducing your very soul to quiver irrepressibly. The old man's eyes were cold and forbidding; the eyes seemed to smile as if they were able to see within the young man's body and watch his soul twitch and grimace. Though the old man did not show any sign of pleasure, it was evident that he was drawing satisfaction from this torment. His mouth didn't smile but instead remained perfectly still molded into a frown; the young man was entranced at the sight of this mouth, it was smiling yet remained unchanged, the old man was enjoying himself clearly. Several more moments passed between the two entities, the silence was broken as the old man said aloud, "Thank you," then swiftly turned on his heel and vacated; the young man was now in a state of perplexion, absolutely baffled by the scene that had just occurred in before him. The tension in the area dropped and the young man shook his stupification and cleared his mind then went to shuffle his feet and move in the direction of his original intention only to hear a loud noise. He had been shot. Everything faded, and ringing filled his ears, he slouched forward grasping everything withing reach as he left the world. He was dead.

Cold hands warm heart.

I was the flower child but also fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. Today was no ordinary day though I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and my parents were questioning my absence of school that night, I attempted to explain to them but it was like I am talking to a brick wall. Truth was, I was just a chip off the old block and our entire family were as stubborn as a mules. That night I came home with a friend and my parents immediately replied my late coming with rude accusation of "look what the cat dragged in." This type of reaction wasn't new, my love toward them has long since been dropped like a hot potato. I was in my room around 8:00pm then my parents entered, which was new and I grew cold feet, my blood ran cold and my heart dropped to a bottomless pit. They wanted to have a talk about my misconduct, but I figured it was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. As it turned out they truly had cold hands warm heart as they seemed much more fearful all but under the skin.

The Ultimate Power

Heavily debatable and controversial as it is, is if one would be to choose absolute immortality above all else. Many would believe this power to be overall undesirable as there would be a point in most's life where they would not wish to live further. Though this is different for me, I accept the fact that at a point in my life I would regret this curse but the desire to live and experience the technological growth of human kind and beyond is enticing to my very bones. Overall this would turn further into a curse then a beneficial power of sorts; this is an acceptable fate for me as the burning desire for knowledge is great. Though many other powers would allow the creation of ideas past human imagination and intelligence, even the ability to live in different times: past, future. Though none would allow for experience of all present and future; not only would this power allow for the advancement of human technology but possibly prevent further mistakes caused by ignorance of the past mistakes. The permanent existence of me would prove to be anything but disadvantageous to human kind. Though with that thought would I grow to regret it or would people grow jealous of the curse as it envelopes me further; overpowered by the desire to watch the human race advance into the space age and beyond. I wish to be part of the growth until the end and be witness to it.