Colorado Springs Narrative

John Krakauer wrote the Devils Thumb as a story but with bits of flashback to add depth to the story. In doing this he explains why he chose to climb the mountain. “Although my plan to climb the Devils Thumb wasn’t fully hatched until the spring of 1977, the mountain had been lurking in the recesses of my mind for about fifteen years ... the occasion was my eight birthday. When it came time to open my presents, my parents announced that they were offering me a choice of gifts: … either escort me to new Seattle World’s Fair to ride the Monorail and see the Space Needle, or give me an introductory taste of mountain climbing…” (130 Krakauer). This adds more to the story.

When I think of my best accomplishment the verse from James 3:5 sticks to me. "A tiny spark can set a great forest on fire". Being a part of the Breast Cancer Awareness Club (BCA) for five years at my school and president for the last three has been a journey that I can 't quite put into words. I remember joining the club as a young eighth grader wanting to learn more and do what I could to help as I saw my aunt struggle with it. Little did I know joining this club would change my outlook on life.

On that day me and my 4th grade class had to walk outside in a line and face the front of Charles Campagne Elementary School. When we got back to our class, our teacher, with a tear in her eye, quietly said, “On September 11th, 2001, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York city.” I shrugged it off. At that age I just saw 9/11 as another school lesson, I didn 't know it was really important until years later. When I was in the 8th grade, the was a 21st century trip to the 9/11 museum. My mom really wanted me to go, but my dad stayed quiet when I brought him the news.

The day was winding down as Stan and his newlywed wife, Allison drove towards the forest of Grapeland Falls, an hour from their home. The young couple, ages 20 and 19 respectively, married young and couldn’t yet afford a honeymoon, or at least the honeymoon they wanted. They decided to hold off on the “dream” honeymoon for a year or two and for now take weekend trips to areas near their home in Venure County California that they has always neglected. Grapeland Falls was one of those areas, a place where tourists travels hundreds if not thousands of miles to come and see in person, but locals ignore like their great aunt who lives just a few miles away. Allison was particularly excited.

It was the middle of January, dead of winter of my eighth grade year. Coach Brooklyn Howell, the Lady Cougars basketball coach came up to me and said “come tonight, 5:30 at Byrnes Freshman Academy to try out and see if you like lacrosse.” I did not really know if I wanted to play in the cold, because I was so used to playing in a warm gym during the cold winter months. Lacrosse really did not seem like a sport that I wanted to play. But I tried it out anyway. It was 50 degrees outside.

If I could go back in time I would go back to the day I signed up for school sports and switch the little check in the football box to the soccer box. It was sixth grade year and it was the first year I could play school sports and I was the happiest kid alive. In my head I thought football was going to be super fun but, in reality, I wasn 't very good at it. I stuck with it for a couple years but I just didn 't have the size or strength. Finally, as a freshman I switched over to soccer which is something i 'm extremely glad I did.

Ailey was interested in sports and athletics and he joined his high school gymnastic team and also played football. His interest for dance began with tap dance in his neighbor 's home, soon then after he was taken to a modern dance school ran by Lester Horton. Horton’s company was the first to admit dancers of all races. After Ailey graduated from high school he was considering being a teacher so he went to University of California in LA to study languages. Lester Horton offered him scholarship in 1949 and he came back but then left one year later to attend San Francisco State

From perspective of Lawrence Exeter Jr. “Lawrence, were scheduled to go on the second of September, so plan to leave in a few minutes.” Lawrence Exeter and his wife crammed into the big car, his wife in the back seat. She was pregnant. With me. About a month later, on that one fateful day -- ”Mrs. And Mr. Exeter, your boy is ready to take home,” said Dr. McCoy.

It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.

We would take four buses all the way tour parents house. This was the night we would go to our parents house on December 24 we did this so then if we could meet our parents on Christmas or right before Christmas. We went in the train station with very little money just enough for our tickets and very little food. We reached the last bus my stomach was hurting it was a hour bus ride I was nervous because what if my real parents were mean and didn 't want us. We got off the last bus and it was 6:00pm we had to walk a 20 minute walk.

A memorial day for me was one Friday night at a dance at Flandreau Indian Boarding School in South Dakota. I went to this Boarding School, not knowing what to expect. My father had gone to this same Boarding School many years before I had. He graduated from there and I was hoping to do the same. Me and my very good friend of mine, we had the crazy idea to go to the school together to escape the realities of our home town.

Three years ago in July, my family was surprised with a vacation to Frisco, Colorado. It was my first time seeing mountains, and I was not disappointed. Ever since we returned, I have been in love with the towering rocky formations that unfortunately do not exist along the coastline of Florida. Therefore, if one were to ask me where in the world I would wish to live the most, I would easily insist Frisco, Colorado. There happens to be something about the glittering aspens and white stone coating the mountainsides of Colorado that I love.

“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team. I would try out for the team and play soccer all four years.

I made the decision to return back to school online to Everest University. By the time I started I relocated back to South Carolina to helped out my dad that was sick at the time. October 2016 I obtain my bachelors degree in business administration. While I was in school, I wanted to continue to work with the youth in the community. So my sister and I created a dance team that is consist of girl ages 6-18.

For years I have dreamt about getting into my favorite college. The rush I would get as my school’s football team ran out of the tunnel. All the new people I would meet that would become my friends for life. It is now November of my senior year and I have decided to go to Colorado State University. I am without a doubt that Colorado State is the school I dreamt about all these years.