Darden Essay #4 (the Height of our Swayze) - Derek Bowler



Using Patrick Swayze’s career as a metaphor, describe the progression of your adult life.

Much like his character Ace Johnson in Skatetown, USA, the 1979 teen comedy, I started as a youth full of potential, but far from my dreams. Sure, I did not have the moves or the hair of Ace Johnson, but my passion for life could not be contained by a simple strut. As a young man, perhaps I did not think of myself as anything more than a young Ace Johnson type, but I, just like Patrick Swayze, was destined for more.

Soon, I found myself an outsider, cast aside by grunge and cynicism. Swayze, at this age, was actually in “The Outsiders” playing Darry Curtis. He was not the smartest or the wealthiest, but he had heart and he would do anything for a young Ralph Macchio or C. Thomas Howell – even if it meant rumbling with the rich kids in a muddy field. My own rumbles were internal, but afterwards I felt no less triumphant, for my inner demons were far more formidable than a bunch of kids in cardigans.

I was ready for anything. Swayze was ready to fight the Russians in Red Dawn or, as I like to call it, the dawn of Swayze. Continuing with his tough-guy persona, Patrick was now fighting World War III in the mountains of the central United States. Nobody cared if it was completely outrageous that we would be attacked in the center of our country or that high school kids would be the pillar upon which the very foundation of our freedom rested. Me? I, of course, do not have anything as glamorous as a primal victory scream of “Wolverines!” but I was battling finance classes and, on my bike, the mountains of western Virginia.

In an instant, things were different. I was a grown man, sensitive, goal-oriented. Swayze was evolving into a double threat (a triple threat if you count the power-mullet) in Dirty Dancing. He was not letting anyone back Baby into a corner. He was more than a young tough. He and, dare I say, America were approaching new levels of success, new levels of Swayze. I was more than a young kid with jokes and books. I was out in the world, working and learning about how to make sound financial decisions based on limited information. At night, I learned about the Thomas Jefferson-John Adams correspondence. Just as Patrick could cut the rug, I read about two of our nation’s best verbal dancers!

There was a buzz inside of me, confidence brimming from my physical-self. I moved west. There was a buzz inside Hollywood. We were to witness a well-rounded, romantic Swayze, a Swayze that transcended the very bounds of life. His love for Demi in Ghost was enough to bend the laws of science. I was twenty-seven, living in San Francisco and falling in love with a very wonderful woman. She was and is helping me realize my own potential. Last year she was accepted into a Physician Assistant program here in Southern California. A long distance relationship was not for me and, besides, to complete the metaphor of Swayze, it was necessary for me to move to the place where we as a people reached the height of our collective Swayze.

In retrospect, many people now look at Point Break as a Keanu Reeves action-thriller, but this movie was far more than that. It was Swayze who brought Reeves from teen bumbler into the realm of action thrills in the first place. This movie represents the pinnacle of Swayze. It was Swayze who successfully reversed the poles of Hollywood, turning Nick Nolte into the poor man’s Gary Busey, if only for a moment. I have yet to reach the heights of my personal Swayze, but I believe by attending Darden I will catch the waves of success.


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