Personal Narrative-A Separate Peace

Things have become so atrocious that George Washington had to ask the Congressional Committee for more money. I doubt they have any to give, for they are more focused on the bigger picture, rather than a few deteriorated soldiers (Doc B). Dr.Waldo wrote in his journal, “A general cry thro’ the camp this evening among the soldiers, “No meat! No meat!” -The distant vales echoed back the melancholy sound- “No meat! No meat!” This tells how us soldiers have been starving for quite a while now, and most of us are done dealing with the hardships.

Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer is a non-fiction book, based on the real story of Christopher McCandless, who in the April of 1992,set off alone into the Alaskan wild. He had given all his savings to charity, abandoned his car and his possessions. Unlike others, he wanted to live a life of independence, free from materialistic pleasures and filled with nature and it’s beauty. In addition, McCandless shed his legal name early in his journey, adopting the moniker ‘Alexander Supertramp’. He travelled a lot to places such as South Dakota, Salton City before hitchhiking to Alaska.

As I said before, we as human beings don’t measure risks when something that we love doing or we would love to do is done. This is what happened to Christopher McCandless, he always wanted to go away from society and take a journey into the wild places of the U.S. and Alaska. After two years of continuous backpacking through many different places and meeting new friends he got to a bleak place in Alaska and he died from starvation. We all have a grief feeling about his death, but he died “on his own law”, he was happy doing what he was doing. If you were one of Christopher McCandless parents, would you be regretting having let go your son?

He sulks into the woods, where he learns of fire and eating, and other important senses of survival. Feeling a wish for company, he seeks out a village and finds a cottage with a small family, but is instantly met with the same exile like treatment he received from Victor. After being abused by the villagers, he runs to the forest again. Shelly describes part of this journey in chapter 16, “Nature decayed around me, and the sun became heartless; rain and snow poured;…the surface of the earth was hard and chill, and bare, and I found no shelter.” (Shelly, 83). This time spent here helped to begin to develop the creature’s mind, proving he was in fact rather intelligent.

The internal conflict was expressed more so in the midst of the story when the main character started his hike up to camp to find the boys and he realized it was a lot colder than he thought. During this time he remembered the old man from Sulphur Creek who told him about the weather previously before and that he shouldn’t go alone. The internal conflict came at an climax when the man realized he could freeze to death since he was not able to start a fire and his method of beating his hands to spark a feeling of sensation didn’t work. He was at anger with himself when he realized he was at fault with this predicament he was in, and coming to an end he accept his fate of death and died lying in the snow. This story relates to the societal message that people need people, if the main character would have just had someone with him he could of survived and would’ve made it back to camp, but he decided to go alone and being alone is what ended his

My father and I were traveling in our truck from our house, tired from packing for our trip to our box blind in the woods. We were going hunting for a deer that morning at four A.M. We were nervous feeling the pressure of hunting in our stomachs. It was a cold morning nearly fifty-degrees outside, cold enough that I needed warm clothing. I felt cramped while riding with all of our gear in the cab with us, wishing I could get out and stretch my legs. Eventually I fell asleep, listening to music on my iPod wondering when we 'll reach our destination.

A person dies everyday of the week at anytime. Death is constantly working and never has time for a vacation, a reason for this is because of Poverty: " 'Old woman Poverty, because you did not let me down out of the tree, I have so much work that I am unable to take you away today. I will see you another day. ' The Lord of Death left, and Poverty remained in the world" (50). When Poverty left Death in the tree nobody could die and his job got backed up.

The trail crested over a hillside mound that revealed a familiar landscape. A short distance ahead in the foreground of the glacier’s edge, I could see a flat plateau where I once camped two nights with Tim, two International Mountain Guides and three other climbers back in August of 2012. The glacier, having a significantly greater ice surface at that time, extended lower down the mountain and snow covered mass areas at a lower elevation. In fact, sections of the trail below the ridge were covered with snow. Today, however, the camp area had no trace of snow, only ice on the glacier.

I've been looking forward to coming to this beauty for the past 3 months ever since my mom had finally agreed to let me go. Although she didn't want me to go alone no one else would go with me so she bought me one round trip ticket to a small Alaskan town, with a connecting flight to Lake Clark. I thought that my high expectations may be lowered as soon as I got there, but I was wrong. I could only see some of the 4 million acre park and the little that I could see had already taken me aback with it's beauty. I could see the Sitka Spruce and hoped

They will call the cops. I am not allowed here at all, so don’t act suspicious.” I laughed and gave her my word that they wouldn’t know it’s for her. I came back with her Java Chip frap and brownie. She thanked me and then persisted on asking for the money again. She really wanted that twenty

Treacherous brisk winds were no comparison to the drip of cold, reminiscing in the bottom of my throat. Breathing was becoming hard, the chilling air freezing my chest, relying on my thin layers to keep me warm. My tribe kept their chins held high, even after knowing I would soon be dead. We were setting up camp for the star filled night as my men created arrowheads with the charcoal flat stones we collected throughout our expedition. The loud noise of silence, the crackling fire and soft beads of snow falling on the pure white ground filled the air as we rested around the screeching fire to cook the lifeless deer we had hunted that morning.