Reckless and Distracted Driving is the #1 Killer of Teens in America
The Create Real Impact Contest gives you the opportunity to share creative solutions for preventing reckless and distracted driving while winning prizes for your efforts.
Grand prizes in each category!
Awards for top vote-getters & schools with the most participation.
THE SPRING 2018 CONTEST HAS CLOSED.
FALL 2018 CREATE REAL IMPACT CONTEST DATES:
August 1 – CRI contest begins (12:01 AM PDT)
October 1 – CRI contest ends (9:00 PM PDT)
October 2-7 – Online voting period
CRI winners will be notified by October 21st
Congratulations to the Spring 2018 Grand Prize Winners:
Grand Prize for Writing
The Preener. The Socialite. The Eater. The Musician. The Sleeper. Five drivers, five vices, five stories, and five crashes. *WHITE FLASH* The Preener looks into her rearview mirror, but instead of seeing the car behind her she sees herself… myself… ourself? I may reflect the world around me, but with her all I wish to show is her face, or rather her flaws. Her eyeliner stops short of the edge, her lipstick is slightly smudged, her foundation is starting to fade. Who will she impress if I don’t show her all this? I hear people nearby say I’m dangerous, but all I do is keep her focused on what’s important. Her eyebrows perfectly plucked, her hair in just the right place, her skin glowing with a beautiful red… Red? There’s no red lights in the ca- *RED FLASH* The Socialite is so popular, I can’t believe how many friends he has! My contacts list is overflowing with numbers, and his car is always full. He can hardly put me down, and I love feeling so special! Like right now, he’s asking out the most well known girl in the whole school! I’ll post it and tell all his friends and family and… is my GPS right? It says he’s going 80, but he’s not that reckless. He just swiped on the notification, so it must just be an error or something. I mean, the turn up ahead is pretty sharp and he goes this way all the time. He’ll be fine, *CRUNCH* The Eater sure is an expert at this! Both hands on me and using her knees to control the wheel? Genius! After all, how else do you eat a family size bag like me? I bet that driver ahead of us would agree, maybe we’ll ask at that stop sign ahead. Um, she does see it right? Oh nevermind, she’s getting some more chips. I’m sure she’ll finish before we get there. See? She’s looking up now, but she does look a little sc- Whoa! *SCREECH* The Musician always knows just what to play. I’ve got all her favorite stations preset, and I’m always at full blast. It rocks! We just listen to the newest hits and jam out together, singing together like there’s no one else around! Oops, looks like our turn is up ahead. She always forgets and rushes to the turn lane, but she might miss it today. That car’s in the way, so she’ll- Why is she turning? Doesn’t she hear the honking? *ZZZ* The Sleeper loves to turn me up on long drives, the heat helps him relax. I blow the warm air all over, like a blanket. He’s been driving all day and deserves to relax. I’m sure closing his eyes for a minute won’t hurt. After all, he’s an experienced driver. He’ll keep control of the wheel, he’ll stop this veering. He’ll be safe. The Preener. The Socialite. The Eater. The Musician. The Sleeper. All were behind the wheel, but were any truly the Controller? All of their vices, the mirror, the phone, the chips, the radio, and the heater, controlled them. They aren’t negative life influences, but they shouldn’t be anything more than a tool or a snack when fully stopped. They can’t drive, but they can still control you. When you drive, put the distractions away, and be the Controller.
Grand Prize for Video
Decide Before You Drive
Top Online Vote Getter for Music
Top Online Vote Getter for Video
Runner Up for Writing
A Word From Your Attention Span
Hello, it’s me. Your attention span. We need to talk. You kind of have a bit of a problem and that problem is affecting me. Now, I know your life is busy and you’ve got a lot happening, but you need to sort out your priorities. I’m talking about driving. You’re a great driver, really, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to being distracted whenever you’re on the road. I mean, the smallest things grab your attention. One minute you’re looking at the road and the next a flashy billboard has you captivated, or a cute dog in another car drives by, or your crush from seventh grade just followed you on social media and you just have to see what he looks like now. I can’t shame that obsession, but talk about wrong place wrong time! Your attention is like a fly buzzing from one place to the next. It’s all over the place, and when you drive, you kind of need it to stay on the task at hand. Yeah, it’s tough. I get it, but you need to think about what’s most important to you. Checking your phone? Or making it home safely and living to see another day. Your life and the lives of your passengers and the lives of those you share the road with are all precious! Don’t throw your life, or worse the life of a pedestrian or another driver, away just because you couldn’t handle looking at your phone for ten minutes. You can do it! I believe in you. As your attention span, I know it’ll be rough to stay concentrated, but I’ve seen you focus before and I know you know what’s important in your life. Don’t drive distracted.
Runner Up for Video
Awake Not Sorry
Honorable Mention for Art
Distracted Driving Infographic
Honorable Mention for Video
Make the Roads a Safer Place
Most Entries for Schools
Gunnison Valley High School
Grand Prize for Music
Distracted Driving By Casey Thompson
Grand Prize for Art
Top Online Vote Getter for Writing
"Any Other Time"
You leave your house Excited to see your friends, Like any other weekend But it is not any other weekend. It is the day you leave your house, Unaware that it might be the day you leave this world. You are in the car choosing your favorite song, Like you would do any other drive. Although, it is not any other drive, It is the one where your life will change forever. Now, you are finally on your way, Running a little late. Your friends remain impatient, Blowing up your phone. You don’t even contemplate Whether or not you should text them back. Because any other time. You would. So you grab your phone… But this time, isn’t any other time It is not any other text message, Or any other person. …And then everything goes dark This time YOU are the teen In the statistics everyone told you about. YOU are the victim of texting and driving. You don’t even remember if you pressed send or not. You can’t even put together pieces of what happened. The only hint you get is the familiar smell of a hospital, And the painful sound of your parents crying. Between the beeps of the monitor, And sniffles of your parents You hear the muffled sound of the doctor. “We did everything we could, But she did not make it.” And then it hits you. You are alive, But someone else isn’t. You had hit a 18 year old girl, And she didn’t make it out alive. In the moment of sending a single text, You devalued your own life, And took someone else’s. You knew people could end a life with a knife or a gun, But little did you know you would end one with a text message.
Top Online Vote Getter for Art
Runner Up for Music
Lifetime to Respond
Runner Up for Art
It's Not Worth It
Honorable Mention for Writing
Be a Party Pooper
While on their way to the movies, Erica, Jasmine, and Mackenzie were all listening to music. It wasn’t long before they began to get too into the music and Mackenzie quit focusing on the road in front of her. Jasmine, the smartest of the three friends, took notice and began to lose interest in the music. “Can you please watch the road, Kenz?” Jasmine spoke quietly, afraid to make her friend upset. Mackenzie and Erica didn’t even take notice in Jasmine as they were having too much fun dancing to the music. Neither of them realized that Mackenzie had begun to swerve along the road. “Jasmine, come on! Dance with us,” Erica giggled as she waved her arms in the air with wild abandon. “Yeah, don’t be such a party pooper,” Mackenzie added. Jasmine sighed and shook her head. She knew better. She and her friends could get seriously hurt. She shut off the music and looked over at Mackenzie. “No, guys. Mackenzie, you’re driving distracted. You’re swerving like crazy and it’s really dangerous.” Mackenzie scoffed and looked over at her friend in the passenger seat. Erica, who wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, sat up and looked over at her from the backseat. “We’ll be fine. I’ve done this a million times before,” Mackenzie assured. Jasmine shook her head once again. “That doesn’t mean that we won’t crash this time.” “How so?” Erica questioned. Jasmine looked back at her friend. “First, put a seatbelt on.” Erica sighed and listened to her friend. Once Jasmine heard the click, she began to explain. “Every year, about four thousand teens die due to distracted driving.” “Okay, and,” Mackenzie scoffed, still not convinced. Jasmine glared at her, shooting daggers into her soul. “And the risk of a crash quadruples when three or more people under the age of twenty-one are in the vehicle. If you haven’t noticed, we’re all kinda falling under that umbrella.” Jasmine knew she had to be tough with Mackenzie or her information wouldn’t get through her thick skull. She wasn’t used to it, though, so she wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. “Okay, then I’d die. Not you guys,” Mackenzie shrugged. “Actually, fifty percent of the people killed in distracted teen driving cases happen to be the passengers in the car. I don’t really want to die and I don’t think Erica does either,” Jasmine stated strongly. By this point, Erica agreed with Jasmine. “I don’t,” She nodded. Mackenzie was quiet for a moment, thinking over what Jasmine had just told her. If her friend was right, she wanted to start focusing more on the road. “Well, if what you’re saying is right, how are we supposed to get people to stop driving distracted?” She asked. She was actually very concerned for herself and other people. Jasmine thought over this question. She knew that no matter what, teens would do what they wanted. It was hard to get adults to obey laws, so how would teens? After a moment of pondering, Jasmine spoke. “Well, you know how people say to have a designated driver if you’re drunk?” Her friends nodded and she continued. “Maybe we should have a designated passenger to be sure no distractions are occurring. Someone like me in every car.” Her friends thought this over. “It would be hard for people to follow that,” Erica said. “Yes, but it’s a start. It’s better than us all being distracted and end up in a fatal crash.” The friends all nodded. They then all sat quietly, thinking ‘what could’ve happened?’