I take a deep breath my lip quivering as the wind blows on the last week of winter vacation. My family decided to go on a road trip up to Big Bear. We decided to stay the whole week. It was a snowy beautiful drive up the mountain. We stayed up in our cabin and I brought one of my friends up with me.
When the anticipated senior year finally begins, a typical student at Laurel High School enjoys a brief honeymoon of peer dominance and the illusion that the finish line is in sight. Then, reality sets in. College and scholarship applications burden an already hefty load of work so that by December, much like poor little Max the dog in Dr. Seuss’s The Grinch, seniors feel they are dragging forty times their weight up a steep, snowy mountain. I saw an opportunity several years ago to take advantage of their misery by assigning a document I knew most would need to write anyway, the dreaded personal essay. It makes perfect sense: it fits the Common Core standards, and they need the help.
We had to read over a story and write a three paragraph essay to summarize it all. Every student in the school waiting for the bell to hit two thirty so they could all go home and get ready for halloween. All kids were either going trick or treating or going to a haunted house. But me, not me I was going on a perfect mountain bike ride at dusk. It would be perfect i had been planning this ride for the past 3 months it had to be perfect!
Next mornig I woke up, got ready, took some winter clothes and packed my bag with some cookies and hot tea. It was very busy and croweded my friend showed me the equitment and explained the purpose later on we decided to finally get on top. While we were getting to the top I had an amazing feeling full of boost and energy. So we go ready and my friend told me ‘Good Luck’, I thought that I miss heard something as I didn’t kow how to snowboard at all. But, he still left me over the top of the mountain.
He helped me find you guys.” Cuddles explained. “Hi,” Big Red said after Cuddles introduced him. “Thank you so much for helping us find our Cuddles back. We are very grateful,” interrupted her parents. “Although we hate to have to leave so soon, we must be getting back to the other polar bears.
Here Abbey talks about his need for nature and wilderness as a thirst that demands to be felt, and its bittersweet once he finally gets that release. “Where all think alike there is little danger of innovations” (Abbey 1971). This short quote probably had the most meaning to me out of the entire book. In my head I envision carbon copies of people on hover boards with their faces buried in smart phones, on the same routine as each other. Going through life blindly, living but not seeing, knowing but not feeling.
After my mom forced me to get my Eagle (the highest rank in scouting) I thought I was ready to retire the sash, but my mom had one more trick up her sleeve… I learned I was going to philmont about a month before school ended. For those who don't know, philmont is a “high adventure” boy scout camp, and when you go there you put all of your belongings on your back and hike a route that your crew created, occasionally stopping at various outposts. At first I was very reluctant to go, but then after talking to my friends and discussing how fun it could be I decided what the heck. Me and my 6 man crew, 10 if you count the parents, planned our hike and then went
Jesse proceeds to tell the class a story about Coyote, a beaver called Wishroosh and some huckleberries. The teacher appears bored throughout and once Jesse has finished, she said “thank you… in such a way that the people thought it was OK to laugh” (113). Jesse, despite his best efforts, is not like the others in his class, and the stories from his culture exaggerate their differences.
“When nature calls you, answer.” Ever since I was very young, nature has always called me to enjoy her peaceful benefits. Growing up on a lake, I was fortunate to be on the doorstep of so many sights and sounds of the wild. When I turned twelve, I experienced duck hunting for the first time. There is something so calming about listening to the birds chirping at first light and hearing the many voices of the eager wood ducks getting ready to fly. I was taught to cast a fishing line and how to handle a 12 gauge shotgun by my father and my Uncle Joe.
The life of the bushmen community is relaxed and slow. They never punished or even spoke harshly to their children and yet the children behaved good. The bushmen have great faith on their family and their relationship with god. The bushmen also have respect for all life both human and non-human. In the film, the bushman shoots an animal with a tranquilizer dart and waits until the animal slows down to go to sleep; before killing the animal, bushmen would apologize for killing the animal and explained that he must do it so that his family could eat.
Lt.Dunbar wishes for some peace and wants to see the fronteir so he askes for a posting on the South Dakota frontier. However when he arrives with new supplies at the Fort Sedgewick, it’s deserted except for a lone wolf, who Dunbar will make friends with and call two-socks, because of the white fur on his front paws. Dunbar cleans and makes the outpost useable again while he waits for the reinforcements that will not come. The local Lakota indian tribe has some young men who discover that Dunbar is alone at the outpost and try to steal cisco to make themselves look good for
Chapters 10-15 Summary “Between heaven and Earth” is written by Eric Walters I think the main message of the book is that when David died that he would still be in DJ and his relatives. Hearts and memories and that Girls can do whatever Boys can.When it was getting close to 6:00 they had a meeting and they discuss what the climb would be like and they said if you climb mount Kilimanjaro.you will probably get terrible headaches, nausea, mountain sickness and lack of breathing and sometimes unconsciousness and then the next day they went to do the climb before they had left DJ read the second Letter that said BOTTOM on it.if you didn’t read the first summary then the letter are from David (The grandfather)who had climbed mount Kilimanjaro.and
The two of us chuckled and when Mr. Falk called us to the front, he told us that for the next few days, we would be cleaning up the area by picking up the tattered bits of food and such. Silas and I both groaned as he scolded us by saying the old ‘this will teach you the rules’ speech. Without another word, he dismissed the class and we all left the warm tent into the calm breezy village park. “So, Silas,” Tyler asked patting him on the back. “What was it this time?
Now, Big Foot was an honest man, when asked if they still performed the ghost dance he politely stated they do. Quickly Big Foot surrendered as he didn 't want trouble. The US troops told Big Foot to gather his people and camp out at Wounded Knee for the night and they will form a circle around them as protection. In the morning they were to decide what to do with the Sioux tribe. The morning rolled around and the Sioux tribe realized the troops started to confiscate their weapons from their campsite, which also included every day tools such as knives and axes.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon. The hike was a mile in distance but 1,000 feet in elevation.