Red Chief-Personal Narrative

To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

It was one beautiful morning day my sister and I woke up and we had to go to the hospital because we found out my dad Daniel Snyder had cancer. That day was not so much beautiful after all, nothing was working out right. We tried to move on but, it was very hard. My family loved him so much more than he would ever know. It was more than saying I love you to the moon and back it was like infinity times there and back. You might think of some heroes like hulk or Benjamin Franklin, who made electricity for our world, but, I think of someone totally different an inspiring man, my step dad Scott. Someone came into my life Scott my step dad. I picked my step dad for my Michigan hero because he was here for my family

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

I am inquiring about any possible positions you may have available at Camp Red Frog in Chicago. I’ve routinely checked the job postings on the website for around a year, because I wanted to get a head start while I was still in college to see the requirements. Most job postings appeared to require multiple years of experience within the respective field. As a recent graduate from the University of Delaware this spring, I currently do not have the necessary years of experience. However, I am committed to this company for all it has given to me, and was curious if there were any other possible employment possibilities? I noticed on the webpage for job listings it mentions there are internships and temp positions offered as well. I am signed up for job alerts from Red Frog, but have not seen a listing for either of those opportunities. Is there a way I may apply for one of those positions, or are there any openings for fulltime work without the experience requirement? I am hoping to get my foot in the door, and hopefully begin working towards a career with Red Frog.

This was the last town we had to cover. I whooped as it came into sight. One more town and then I could go home to my dear ol’ ma and pa, my Louise. Everyone was optimistic, laughin’ and messin’ around, ready to go home.

The deep waters of sorrow and pain have overwhelmed me in the past months. Agony and despair has left me breathless as I stay on the surface of the waters, trying to find the hope and love deep down in the water. I am scared to go further to discover as I might drown in the love from the Father who loves me so. The waters can only keep me sane for so long until I let go and let God take over. The waves have overwhelms my eyes that I have become blind; blind with anger and violence so that my emotions have become equal with the storms. How can your love seem so innocent as the farther I go it becomes more dangerous? I am left breathless as you take me deeper. Deeper into something that can leave me wanting more.

Have you ever met someone so stubborn that obsesses over any petty problem and can never admit to be wrong? If the word that comes to mind is uptight then YES! I’ve been called that all my life, I’m not proud of it but I also hate to admit it. On the other hand I’m at least trying to mend my ways, since I have noticed that it has only gotten me into trouble. Thus, I consider myself a step ahead of Mattie since she can't move on from the stage of denial. I was also told by my dad I was probably never getting married and I was okay with that as a tom boy at the age of thirteen. But then I met boys and quickly changed that perspective, still Mattie never did- not even at fifty years old! Does that

The sun shined bright in the clearing, all was well in Thunderclan The warriors talked, and the apprentices wildly ran. Every cat thought it would be a great day, but that would change when they met a dismay.

When the two men went to the same car dealership to see who would be helped in a decent manner, the salesman of the same racial descent as the African American tester, Glenn, was completely ignored. The white American tester, John, got help within the first few seconds of browsing from the same African American salesman that ignored Glenn (Harvey 1991). I was also surprised that Glenn was assumed to be attempting to commit a crime when browsing the record store, despite no obvious suspicious acts (Harvey 1991). Even when the two show the same need for assistance inside a store or in a parking lot, Glen was always ignored. Even the prices of items John asked about almost doubled when Glenn asked. Furthermore, when interviewed for job positions Glenn got lectured upon laziness, being late, and drug abuse, despite the preference on race over a criminal background (Pager 2007). Lastly, I was surprised they didn’t see who would be more likely to get help or hired in an inner city.

It was a warm Summer night in July, when i finally laid my head on my pillow after a relaxing day. I had began to get used to my days being this peaceful. Usually i would be all wound up, worrying about the damage my next door neighbors son is causing. The little boy’s name is Red Chief, or should i say little monster because that’s what he acts like. As i laid in bed i thought that maybe i should mow my grass in the morning. I had just bought a new riding lawn mower, and i wanted to test it out. I would be able to do that now without Red Chief being in my way. So the next morning, i got up just as the sun rose to start my day. I continued my way to my garage where my new mower was so that i could mow the grass. As i approached the doors i

Last weekend, I was supposed to celebrate my friend Travis’s for his birthday and we are having an airsoft war. But, he was down at nationals in Kentucky shooting archery. My mom messed the date up and it turns out that it is this weekend. We went to Kaschmitters to pick out pigs for the Benton County fair, and I pick out a red pig. In my group, I was the only one that picked out a red pig out of the ten pigs. Then it was time to mow the lawn, which our yard is one acre. The grass was so tall on the mount, the lawnmower plugged and killed. After the lawn was mowed, I was able to bring home my dirt bike, and ride it around for a couple hours. I rode it in our yard, driveway, hay fields, and in the pit. My dirt bike was acting up, I think there

After returning from school and surviving another day of torture. My birthday wasn't the way I imagned it'll be. Taking that stupid girl's sweater, which smelled like an old dead decomposed body. I only wanted to celebrate my birthday, not wear another girl's sweater. Nobody even dares wearing that red sweater. If it was from a well known brand. I would keep it as my birthday gift, but God it was rigged from all sides only to be replaced with another type of wool knitted on to it. I kept this red sweater for some time, but I kept it outside my room, because the smell was horrible. My parents couldn't even handle the smell too, so I threw it on the chair outside our garden. We usually have BBQ party outside our garden every summer.

It all began when i was only 10, i was playing outside on a hot day while my parents were at work.It was like a million degrees outside and i didn't know what i was going to do . Then an hour of being outside in the scorching heat a man and women stopped in front of my house. They told me to come close so i walked up to the car curious about what they had to say. The man and the women asked me if i wanted some candy and a nice ride , i said sure and the man got out of the car and snatched me out of my shoes. I put up a fight , i didn't really know were i was going at the moment. Then the man through me in the car after he managed to calm me down . After a few minutes of struggling i finally gave in.The man drove