For my eminent project, I have chosen to focus on George Lucas. George is a american writer, director and producer. After graduating with a fine arts degree at the age of 23, he attempted to join the air force as an officer, but was declined due to numerous speeding tickets. That same year he re-enrolled as a USC graduate student in film production. During this time he directed his student film Electronic Labyrinth: THX 1138 4EB, which was later converted to his full-length feature film THX 1138. After that he wrote and directed many films including Star Wars, Indianna Jones, Pan and many more. His films have won 54 awards and been nominated an additional 32 times.
I chose do my project on George Lucas because of his eagerness to break boundaries. I admire how many projects and companies he has established in order to advance their respective areas. The ability to dream and imagine are things I greatly respect, and George has managed to use his to carve out an incredible place in this world. I am interested in writing and special effects, and I hope that this project will help me explore both.
My goal this year is to perform a well rehearsed speech, as I feel that that is something I struggled with last year. I would also hope that I could produce a detailed learning center that does not rely on a poster board, as I feel that I was lacking in that category as well last year.
This year I believe that I will be able to accomplish much more than I did last year, and I look forward to what he will be able to teach me about myself.
The only thing to fear is fear itself. At least, that’s what people said. For a while I followed that code and for a while it worked. I saw my confidence as something that could grow forever. The more that I did, the more I felt I was capable of. As time went on people started to watch me do my stunts. The cheers that I heard from the crowd was invigorating. It didn’t take long for me to go professional, everyone was always interested to see what I would do next.
My doubts and fears disappeared quickly. People thought that I was as fearless as a lion and twice as proud. People saw what vehicles and ramps could really do and that attracted a lot of attention. People began to give everything to see me perform, and that only fueled my ambition.
My stunts only got bigger and bigger to get a cheer the likes of which I had never heard before. I became dependant on their applause. Their joy became a drug so addicting I could never let it go. That drive got me far in this world. Everyone wanted to see me and I was happy to oblige. I wanted the best and it was given to me. Money, power, lovers I had the best of it all. With people pining for my passion there was nothing I could not do. I was king of the world and nothing or nobody could ever take that away from me.
The stunts are still increasing in danger. I know that soon one of them will claim me, but what does it matter? I have survived countless tricks without so much as a scratch. I have aged, yet nobody can come close to my level of performance. Even my protégé pales in comparison to my greatness.
But still, I grow older. I am no longer as quick as I used to be. Even the simplest jumps are becoming a struggle. I should stop, no I need to stop this before I kill myself. Even so my addiction to attention says otherwise. Even though I am slowing down it only thirsts for more. Unfortunately, I listen to its cries. I continue to do more and more dangerous stunts. The gift of fearlessness becoming a curse as I no longer know the concept of danger.
I am performing when it finally happens. I reach the trick that kills me once and for all. I don’t know how it happened. One second I am racing up the ramp full speed, and the next I know I can’t reach the landing. My greed has lead me here and I hope it’s happy. I’ve spent my life amusing others rather than ensuring it’s a better place when I leave.
In this moment I’m scared. Funny, the one prized for fearlessness now terrified and uncertain at what happens next. I was so focused on making defying death so interesting for others I didn’t stop to consider what happens when it catches up with me. No longer do I belong here, the reaper has finally claimed me and I no longer stand a chance. My deal with greed has come to collect and I am the only thing of value it wants. My comfort around danger has brought me to the greatest highs, and now the time has come for the lowest lows. Farewell.