Personal Narrative: My Cabin Leader

In the book Glass Castle, Jeannette and her family don’t let all of the circumstances around them stop them from dreaming any smaller. Perseverance is the persistence of taking action, especially in spite of difficulties. Perseverance is overcoming the tough things in life, and not letting them get the best of you. In fact, for the most part, the Walls’ kids all worked a little harder to reach their goals. Lori, Jeanette, and Brian save up money so Lori can pursue her life outside of Welch, and move to New York City. Jeannette later follows after she graduates high school, and attends Barnard College. She later because a writer and an author. Brian achieves his goal of being a cop and then later a teacher. All of the Walls’ kids knew the

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. My sister Kim is the pickle in the middle and the peacemaker, she is just two years older. Growing up my brother and I had a love-hate relationship, we enjoyed driving each other crazy. As for Kim and I, we have always shared a close relationship. Kim is the sister every sibling should have, she was never mean or hateful, she is the sister that I don’t deserve.

I was dropped off upon on a mysterious island to find a place to build my ideal hunting cabin. I was armed with a pickaxe, a hatchet, and a pistol. The first night I just laid my sleeping bag by the fire I made with twigs and the flint and steel I brought along. After I got my Barings I went out scouting for game. I found a trophy Mule deer after just being out for an hour. I quickly sprang into action, I started army crawling to the mule deer it had to at least be a 6 x 7. I was about 20 yards away and it started running I pulled the trigger twice all I heard was “Click Click.” I had had forgot to insert the mag.

How have things been lately? I’m sure things are a little different without me but I hope you’re doing well. I’m pleased to say that I’m going all right up until now, and I hope to stay healthy till the end of the war. What we were told about war was very untruthful. There is no glamor to war, and thanks to the war our entire generation will be wiped out very soon. The life at the front is terrible. It’s been a month since I have been here but it didn’t take much to realize the difference between our training they gave us and the actual war we had to fight. Within the first week I could tell that the training we received wasn’t anywhere close to enough. The training center never prepared us for the continuous bombing, the continuous rattles of the ground, and definitely not the continuous fear we experience every moment and every second we’re here. The fear that the next explosion would drop right next to you,and you would be dead within seconds. No one trained us to be mentally ready for this trauma. No one ever told us that we would experience the limitless deaths of your pals or friends that would drop dead right in front of your eyes.We were never taught the truth.

It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces. I gave everyone one last family hug as my wife said to me “Be careful”.

It was a usual Saturday morning. I lay in my restful bed feeling comforted, as it seems to cradle me in its soft hands. I felt alone. My long-term boyfriend, Michael, and I were fighting again.

It all started when my mom told me this: “David, you are going to spend your eighth grade year at Guilford Middle.”

Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals. We had to move the benches all while trying to get prepared for the game. Coach Troy was running late as usual coach Nick was late for the first time and we were trying to warm up without him and get a handle on what to do about the field.

My father said that we were going to my grandfather 's cabin in the woods of Colorado near Arrowhead Creek. Our grandpa said not to go out at night. We didn 't know how good of shape the cabin was because it hadn 't been used for fifty years, in fact we don 't know if even exist. Though we were going hunting and fishing. It been a couple hours since we got into the boat, we finally got there. We got the cabin. Old made out of wood with moss on the out side trees around it with a concrete base.

“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important. The real story starts here…

Screaming cadre and the pounding sound of Reveille yanked me from my restless sleep. Blinded by the harsh fluorescent light that was being shined in my eyes, I squinted at my watch and saw that it was only three o’clock in the morning. As I clambered out of my bunk and headed to physical training that morning, I was keen to conquer the challenges that I would face that day. As cliche as it might sound, the Cadet Leadership Course did not just break me down and impose a respect for authority, but it also ingrained and tested my ability to become a servant leader and a team player.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville. In 2008 it was my sophomore year of High School, which meant another year of softball. Another year of unforgettable memories with teammates. Little did we know, that year of memories would include winning our towns first State Championship title. For the first time in history, us girls would be taking home not only a trophy taller than our auditorium trophy case, but state rings as well

January 23, 2002 (Wednesday) I was born. I’m ninety-five percent sure it was “blizzard-like” or at least a heavy snow. I was a very ugly baby; I looked like a boy and I did up until I was ten. My story isn’t special in any way, I

I think the most important thing to remember in life is that your friends and family are always going to be there for me. I believe that a good saying to describe me is, “What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies” - Aristotle. I feel like that saying wraps up my life. I am really close to all of my friends and we will all be friends for as long we live. I have been friends with a lot of people in my 12 years of life, and they all mean so much to me. I don’t know what I would do without my friends and family. I wouldn’t be half as good of a person as I am without their guidance and support.

The most notable experience of my leadership came during a time of defeat for all of the club members of Boys to Men-Gents (BMG), the community service/stepping club. Since our previous leaders graduated this past year and had to leave us, the elected president was not fulfilling his role in any form, all of the members were doubting our capabilities as a team. I took the leadership role and directed all of the practices. I brought everyone together and even helped a few members through personal problems they were having at the time. The competition we were supposed to be preparing for the entire year was coming up, and we had only recently been practicing, because it took me quite a while to bring everyone together. We continued to practice