Growing up in Fairbanks Alaska, exposed me to winter experiences such as watching the Northern lights while bathing in hot springs at -50°F temperatures, remote ski-in cabin camping, as well as dog mushing with my friend Tekla – the daughter of four time Iditarod winner Susan Butcher. In the Alaskan summer, I enjoyed 24-hours of daylight, viewing wildlife while hiking in Denali National Park, halibut and salmon fishing, and helicopter trips up to Eagle glacier for ski training on snow in the summer. I also traveled to Sweden and Norway for a month to ski train during 9th grade and traveled back to Sweden to represent the U.S. in ski races after being selected to the J1 ski team (top six U.S. under 18 skiers).
My Alaskan lifestyle experiences
Her parents showed her a video of Vonetta Flowers, who used to bobsled for Team USA. After seeing the video, Elana decided she would try
Winterdance Have you ever had a bond with something so strong that it completely changed your outlook on life? Would you travel across frozen tundra, fall from cliff sides, be chased by dangerous animals, and be dragged over the icy ground of the Last Frontier just so you could understand your animals better? In the autobiography, Winterdance by Gary Paulsen, it talks about the author’s encounters while running the famous Iditarod race in Alaska. This book goes in depth about the connection Paulsen had to form with his dogs through his ignorance as a beginning sled dog racer. The dogs themselves are the biggest symbol throughout the book.
Do you believe that dogs are man's best friend? Winterdance by Gary Paulsen is a true story about himself, it starts when he moves with his wife to a small house in the woods of minnesota, driving them broke in the process. He starts to run a trapline with dogs and finds his passion, running dogs. Paulsen unconsciously decides to run the Iditarod and we follow him throughout his journey, training, traveling, and finally actually running the race. Gary Paulsen uses symbolism, motifs, and theme to further the reader's understanding and enjoyment of the book.
The biographical novel Winterdance, written by Gary Paulsen, composed in 1994, is based on the author’s experiences in both training for and running in the Iditarod dog sled race, held in Alaska, in obscure and extreme conditions where your eyeballs could potentially freeze. An important setting in the novel is the Iditarod dog sled race as throughout the novel, it helps me understand a key character - Gary Paulsen, since he explores the idea of how experiences can change your understanding on life and the significance of loyalty Gary Paulsen beautifully illustrates the extraordinary setting of the Iditarod dog sled in the novel; Winterdance, to portray and help us understand the key character - him - and his abstraction, perspectives, observations
The first thing I wake up to was the stench. “Hey, move along! Do not slack behind.” Someone yelled in the front of the line. We are moving through the muck in Song Tra Bong.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
24 Hour Limo If my friend and I could have a limo for 24 hours I would want to go to South Dakota. Three things I would want to do there are, got to Mount Rushmore, The Badlands, and Crazy Horse Monument. The first place we could go to is Mount Rushmore. We could go there because it is the only monument that has all four presidents heads carved into rock.
For my first diversity event I decided to attend the 43rd annual Mankato wacipi (Powwow). I chose this event because I attended some like it when I was younger. I always have admired Native Americans and their deep connection with their spirituality. I remember in fifth grade my elementary school hosted a Powwow that my mother and I attended. This was the first time I have ever been exposed to the Native American culture and the memory has stuck with me till now.
My family moved to Nanaimo from Edmonton when I was nine years old. Before we moved, my parents had raised us to be a church-going family. Through this time, the extent of my knowledge of Jesus was what I had learned in Sunday school. When we moved, my family stopped going to church. I was still very young, and lost almost all connection to faith.
I come from a strong Hispanic background on both sides of my family, my ancestors from my father’s side of the family originally came from Spain and migrated to Mexico. My family still holds true to Mexican culture and most traditions, despite becoming Americanized. However, all the schools that I attended were mostly white, especially my current school. With that being said, I had a hard time making friends at my high school, I felt that I couldn’t really connect with anyone. I still remember my freshman year in Art class, however.
Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.
Something terrible has just happened. You received a call earlier this afternoon from your mother she informed you that your father has had a terrible accident. He was outside on the tractor doing his daily afternoon chores when something bizarre happened. Your mother found him sitting there unconscious and unresponsive. Fast forward.
If my Native American tribe was to choose a side between the French and the English, I would pick the French. Firstly, the French have a small population in America. Therefore, they aren 't as demanding for certain supplies since there is less of them. That will leave more supplies for the Native Americans. Also, this means that they won 't take up as much land in America as the English do.
At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works.
My eyes scanned the abundant amounts of green that covered the whole place. ‘Who decided this place had to be covered with so many big ass trees?’ Hell, why was the place so damn depressing and dismal here. And another thing, why did I decide coming to Forks was a good idea?