Personal Narrative: My Trip To New France

There have been numerous amounts of important events throughout American history, from settlements to famous wars, many of them are worth traveling back in time and viewing in person for. If I were given an opportunity to time travel and witness one of these events in person, I would choose to visit the origins of the new world, in Jamestown, Virginia. It began on May 14, 1607, when roughly 100 men who had left England landed on a narrow peninsula in the James River, where they would live out their lives in Jamestown. The settlement had a variety of attractions which pulls me into wanting to time travel to see it, one including watching the settlements first leader, Captain John Smith in action. Another thing that catches my attention is the way that Jamestown was built and its location. Lastly, the most important reason of all is the fact that it was the first permanent settlement in America.

Just in case you need to catch up on my New Orleans adventure here's some interesting facts about NOLA and here's how I navigated the Big Easy.

Returning from Haiti came with mixed emotions. I was thankful that I was able to go and experience God, but I felt empty on the inside. People had told me for years that serving others changes your life, but I did not feel that way. How could I live so extravagantly while there were people living without basic needs right across the ocean? How could I live in an enormous house while people lived in rusted shacks almost about to collapse? How could I throw out leftover food while others starved? I traveled to Haiti with ideas to fix the Haitians broken lives, but I as worked I felt useless and believed that I failed as a Christian. While I could not change the material poverty that the Haitians endured, I was able to build relationships with Haitian teens and show them love. By love, I mean God’s definition which is based on moral character that comes from Him and His teachings.

The rooms were nice. They looked like they just got cleaned. There was one bathroom, one shower, one sink, and a couple of beds in our room. As we started to walk around on the boat we seen this big gigantic statue. Everybody in my family asked what is that statue? One passenger over heard us and answered our question. He said,”Das Statue von Freiheit”. Which meant The Statue of Liberty.

The passage from “The Other Paris” by Mavis Gallant illustrates society’s expectations and what it holds over people in the world. He presents this through the characters Carol and Howard and their engagement and what caused them to become engaged. He writes about the social commentary of love through voice and characterization.

It was the beginning of my junior year in high school and there had been much talk about a school trip to Port Au Prince, Haiti, Only ten students could attend this trip, applications had opened up in November and for me a trip to Haiti sounded like just a dream, I thought I was not able to afford it. The idea for the possibility to travel to a new country and be exposed to a brand new culture excited me, I made the decision to apply anyway. In December, I received news that I had been chosen as one of the first ten students from my school to go on this new service trip. I was so excited that I was even qualified, but also worried because I knew that the price was still an issue. My teacher explained to me that there was a

Tap Tap. “Matthew time to get up.” I wake up to see my dad looking at me. “ Good morning, I say” even though it was 4:30 in the morning. The day was going to be a ok day, as for me I got dressed, packed my suitcase, and we left the house. My dad and my mom started talking about how the trip was going to be awesome while I was trying to get some shut eye. When we arrived at the airport my mom had to wake me up from another long cat nap. We went through security, got on our plane, and was on our way to another great day in Canada.

Hi, I’m Eugene Skinner, and I was part of the Lafayette Escadrille during World War I, which was a squadron of primarily American fighter pilots who fought for France before the United States entered the war. Although I lived in France at the time, my roots were dug in the US, and I came over seas because my father told me that all races were treated equally there, and for the most part, that was true. However, when I first moved to France, the only job I could find was one as a carnival target, which sufficed until I was noticed for my boxing talent. Just before the assassination of Franz Ferdinand, I moved to Paris in hopes of making it big, and I did: I ranked number four in the country before I enlisted. But why would I end something so wonderful, you ask? France had been so good to me, and I felt obligated to return the favor.

Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think. Robert Henri, Artist

The sun is brighter than ever, it feels like the last days are here. Two months ago my parents along with dozens of other penguins were washed away in a portion of our frozen grounds. I was desperate I wanted to help my parents but didn't know how. If only the ice was thicker we could have crumbled up in the remaining ground. But it was impossible, the ice would have sunk.

I could tell that it was going to be one of those days. Nothing seemed to go right all day. I was mindlessly sitting at my desk when all of a sudden the classroom door swung open and there appeared… nothing. But the nothingness had some sort substance, because it made the hall look like a mirage.

Hi, I'm Vito. I will never forget the day. it was Monday january 1st 1892. It was a cold gloomy night, very miserable. The ship angrily rocked back and forth, making its way to the land of opportunity. Then, seasickness settled in. Many on board were seriously ill, including me. Fatigue and nausea consumed my body, and the days in the dark, cramped ship dragged on. I refused to eat the cold, hard food provided for the passengers. My seasickness slowly got better until I was fully recovered by the time the last, gloomy week of the voyage came. More people became sick, and we remained stuffed at the bottom of the steerage. There was a lot of passengers.

In 1776 Congress sent me on my most important diplomatic mission. I was asked to persuade France to help America in its fight for independence. Before I left, I lent Congress about 4,000 pounds of my own money to help carry on the war. I reached Paris just before Christmas.

As the bus pulled into the campground for the first time, I was worrisome about what was ahead for the next five days. But when I left, my mind was filled with endless knowledge and my heart was completed. Those five days, although very short, allowed me to grow beautifully into the person that I am now. The experience that was gained gave me the idea of the open-minded person that I intend to be.

Originally, I came into U S for sabbatical renewal and after the course my congregation permitted me to study if I’ll have admission.