Personal Narrative: The La Jolla Seal

“Mom I don’t want to go!” I yelled, “Please don’t force me!” Right now I hated my mom. She was forcing me to go on a trip that I didn’t want to go to, but I stopped complaining because I knew that she would win. My legs were shaking at the thought of being on an airplane.

It was 3:30 in the morning when our plane finally landed in Santo Domingo and I had just witnessed the scariest plane flight of my life. Along with the scariest flight in my life it had been the longest day in my life. I had been up for 22 hours straight, waiting and riding on plane flights that constantly got delayed or pushed back along with excruciating long car rides. Our mission team stayed the night at some nice hotel and in the morning we would take off for San Juan De La Maguana where we would stay the rest of the week. That morning we woke up extremely early and trudged into the elevators down to the lobby.

I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.

Ever since I was born, my family has moved five times, and at each city that we move to, my family and I live there for at most four years. Then we pack up and move once again to another city. I currently reside in the wonderful city of San Jose, whose history is very vivid and exciting, being the very first civilian settlement in California to becoming the site of the first state capital to the third most-populated city in the state. Founded on November 29, 1777 by José Joaquín Moraga, who named the place El Pueblo de San Jose de Guadalupe, the city of San Jose was destined to become one of the greatest cities in the nation. Before José Joaquín Moraga actually travelled to the place to build the city of San Jose, there was another group

With my Cajita I would like to express myself as a person who is going through changes and a journey to becoming the best person that I can be at this moment in my life. Since I realize I didn’t have a meaning to life and all my hard worked was mean less since I didn’t have a true purpose for my hard work. I realize that life don’t have to be so complex and that we must find our own path even if people don’t agree with our choices. Therefore, my three artifacts that going to be in my Cajita will representing my journey of change and symbolize me truly fallen in love with myself for both inner and outer. So, my three artifacts are the Bible, kickboxing hand wraps, and hair pick.

People of the Pacific Coast and the People of the Arctic have lived in Canada more than 12,000 years! The People of the Pacific Coast and the people of the Arctic both have lived on flat grounds, and never on big hills or even mountains! But the people of the Pacific Coast were very spiritualism about there Moon, Earth and what was always going on. The people of the Arctic used industrially as a way to produce and create tools to reduce manual labor in cost. One of the major cultural elements that began to flourish on the Pacific Northwest Coast was the use of music and other forms of arts and craft, began to flourish on the Pacific Northwest Coast was the use of music and other forms of arts and craft.

Growing up in San Diego was fun. The beach was near my high school and it was the ultimate after school hangout. At the beach, you could enjoy the best homemade ice cream at Mootime Creamery. When my friends were hungry, we would head out to the closest taco shop. My favorite dishes are rolled and fish tacos.

The blaring alarm clock went off mimicking the sound of a car horn. It was two in the morning tentatively stretching out my arms, while attempting not to bump into my sleeping neighbors, I searched for my shoes. Only to realize I had slept in them knowing I would sleep three hours that night. Then it hit me. It was the last day of the pilgrimage, and we would finally reach our destination after ten days of walking.

I visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) for my museum assignment. I went on a weekend decided to use the opportunity of going to the museum as a fun date with my girlfriend. Initially, I was not expecting much out of the trip, I thought it was going to be boring just walking around and looking at art, which is part of the reason I did not go alone. Once, I was there my thoughts changed, as seeing some of these amazing works in person was far from the same experience as just seeing pictures of them, I am not an art person, but it was definitely cool to see. The painting I chose to write on is "Cold Shoulder" which was painted my Roy Lichtenstein in 1963.

No one really thinks a natural disaster so disastrous could happen in a place where millions live. A place where many visit and movies are shot. California is the place, and along with the San Andreas fault. A fault where it could destroy California and kill many. “Mom?”

There is an accident on the 405 so we take PCH. I look at the window, into the sea. I am looking for dolphins or whales, but I have never seen a whale from this road. Once, when we were driving to Summer Nationals, Dad offered me two-bucks if I saw a whale. We drive past La Conchita.

Although I was born in Nevada, I left the states at three months old to China where my maternal grandparents lived. That was because my parents, as immigrants with a minimal educational background, were financially unstable and had to work, so they were not able to raise me. However, the summer before I turned 6 years old, my father brought me back to the U.S. to Los Angeles, California. By then, my parents were already divorced. I moved to Northern California where my aunt raised me in Cupertino for a majority of my elementary and middle school years.

There was once a boy living in south McAllen which was often referred to as La Balboa, and a sweet loving young girl living in North McAllen, these two individuals were unaware to the event that would soon be taking place that would change both of their lives forever. These two individuals were my mom and dad mom was usually refers to as La Prieta while dad was called Willi. It was the year 1995 where Willi’s friend Ray and La Prieta’s friend Cristina begged and begged for them to go on double dates with them, both Willi and La Prieta always refused. After begging for so long they finally but reluctantly agreed to go out with them. They weren’t expecting much but to go out and hopefully have some fun along the way, little did they know the