What Happened To The Heroic Journeys: Fact Or Fiction?

The hero’s journey spreads from old pieces of literature to recent ones like The Odyssey to new pieces of literature like the hunger games. Two examples of steps from the Hero’s Journey in modern books and movies are “the refusal of the call” and “Crossing the initial Threshold” in the scene when Simba leaves pride rock when scar kills Mufasa in the film The Lion King, directed by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, and in the scene of the movie 42, directed by Brian Helgeland, Jackie Robinson decides to join the majors even though he will face discrimination and once he is in he can’t back out of it. First, one of the steps of the Hero’s journey is “Refusal to the Call” and it shown in a seen from a film called the Lion King when Simba refuses from fighting scar he just leaves. In the film The Lion King when scar kills Mufasa, Simba’s father, Simba feels very depressed because he thinks it was his fault that his father died so he runs away because of sadness.

Hannah the MII woke up and got dressed into her favorite racing suit. She hopped into her shiny, blue, new, bright car. The whirl of the engine flew as they lined up. Mario said “let's-a-go” before the beginning of the race. Hannah had a feeling that something was going to go wrong but forgot the fear. They were in the moo moo meadow and were so excited. Just then the ghost held up the sign that said “3-2-1” and the karts flew with a blink of an eye past the starting line. Mario raced into first place as he got the extra boost, while Hannah was stuck without the boost but was making her way to 6th place.

What defines a hero? A hero is someone that goes through the stages of the Hero’s Journey as proposed by Joseph Campbell. The Hero’s Journey is something that anyone can go through. Santiago from The Alchemist, Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo, and Odysseus from The Odyssey are all examples of characters that have gone through the Hero’s Journey. However, both heroes and anti-heros go through the Hero’s Journey cycle and with Santiago, Edmond Dantes, and Odysseus, both of those are seen.

When I showed up to softball tryouts at the beginning of my senior year, I was convinced that I was going to be put on the junior varsity team for the fourth consecutive year. I was sure that I would never be moved up to varsity, regardless of how hard I played. My junior year I was embarrassed to be one of only two juniors on J.V. I was so self-conscious, that I had considered quitting so that I wouldn’t be the only senior not on varsity. However, I decided that quitting would be more humiliating than being on J.V. and forced myself to play my final season of softball. I showed up to tryouts the first week of school, and I played with every ounce of effort that I had. When teams were announced, I was legitimately shocked to find out that I

The call to adventure is the first step of the heros journey. This is when the hero will be influenced to leave the known world or what is familiar to them. If and when the hero chooses to answer the call, they will leave the familiar and enter the unfamiliar. Skeeter’s call to adventure is when she gets the job as the journalist. At this newspaper company she will write a news column about house cleaning.

I started the first few weeks wanting to impress the head coach to prove to him I deserved a spot within the starting nine on the varsity level. I practiced hard, never goofed off, and went to the cages with my dad on the weekends. I wanted to make the varsity level to show my family and myself that I could do it and that I was good enough to compete at the varsity high school softball level. When I was younger, I made the team I wanted, I never considered failing to be part of me. The big week came, the teams were posted all seven freshmen had made a team but yet to find which side of the paper their name

It was my sophomore year, and the day had come to find out who made the varsity lacrosse team. We piled into the locker room to discover rows of brand new helmets. The list of the varsity players was written on the whiteboard. The team was excited, the locker room buzzing with noise. My heart dropped as I realized that my name wasn’t written there. My friends were admiring their new helmets and I had to hold back tears and disappointment. I know now that I still had to be developed at the junior varsity level, but it wasn’t easy to understand back then. At practice that day, I played out of pure spite, every move filled with rage. You aren’t good enough, I thought. I left practice that day without saying goodbye to my friends.

It is my junior year of high school and basketball season is right around the corner. I am on the verge of either making varsity or junior varsity this year depending upon my skills. Went through the tryouts and was able to make the junior varsity again for my second year with coach Maloney. I was all excited to play there again seeing I was one out of the three kids that made it back there again. From there it was Cam, Anthony, and I who thought would lead the team because we were the only ones who knew how to run Maloney’s offense and defense well that’s what I had thought was gonna be the case but in reality it wasn't. I thought I would be a starter for the team, but in reality I ended up being a bench player or how I thought of it as a

Junior year of high school I had reached my limits and had become clinically depressed. I had no interest in school, and I had considered quitting my schools cheerleading team. I felt alone and underwhelmed with where I had imagined my life was going to go. My dream was to become a state champion with cheerleading and to place in the top 10 at the National High School Cheerleading Championship, I had already made amends with the idea that it was an unreachable goal. I had completly given up. Ready to quit, one of my teammates had taken notice in my dismissive persona, she had also brought it to the attention of the rest of my team. They began to push me harder then they he'd ever pushed before. They helped me realize that I was great again.

As I arrived at school I realized that afternoon was the first volleyball game. I had to go to seven total classes before the game, because it was after school. It was hard to stay still or pay attention in any of my classes due to my heart racing. The bell rang for dismissal and my heart dropped.

I talked with both my parents to let them know that my teacher offered me the swing position for the (technical) varsity show choir. “What does swing mean”? My mom nor dad didn’t really understand what swing meant and it kinda turned the conversation into an explanation for about ten minutes. After about ten minutes, my mother continued talking.”That’s a very big honor, son, with you being a freshmen”. That made me feel even more proud of myself on the inside.”Did you ask about what you’ll have to do or when you go to practice for them” Said my mom.”No, I was so caught up with her offering it to me that I was racing to get home and tell you guys, and it was only 9 in the morning”. slowly realizing that there might be more in store for me once I said yes to the position and the position said yes to me. Vocal came along and before class started, I walked to my teacher to let her know I said yes to the offer.”Awesome” she said “But that means that you’ll have to stay in the show choir we’ve already put you in, and you’ll have to go to the practices for Trojanaires”. That’s when every responsibility hit me like a truck. “Cool, I can’t wait”. The only reason I agreed was because I had already said and if I backed out on the spot, then it would show Ms. Pool that I wasn’t prepared for the big spot in the future. This all happened on a Tuesday and I was set to start rehearsal on that

I didn’t think it was fair for a fifth grader to make varsity when she didn’t put in the effort, simply because her older sister was also on the team . I didn’t find it fair that we were placed on the lowest team and we tried as hard as them if not harder, we were as good as them, if not better, and we came to every single conditioning, practice, and meeting. Yes, I know I was given the option to leave if I felt this way, but I was determined to show them that I deserved to be right along with everyone else. Through tears, practices, games, extra workout sessions, additional batting cage time , and many arguments with my mom over the stress softball was causing me I was moved to freshman. I felt so accomplished, yet still unamused by the fact there were fifth graders dressing varsity. I don’t care to admit if someone is better than me but, they weren’t. Simply because they had siblings on the team or knew a coach personally they were placed on varsity. Fifth graders who came to about one week of conditioning moved up because of unfair circumstances, and in the end it created an unpleasant environment and negative energy over the

A few days later, my parents received an email saying that I had been out of the C team, while my friends were put on the A team. I was heartbroken and disappointed. In addition, I regretted staying up late and going against my parents

Traveling through city to city has been exciting yet difficult when I have been taking on a semi-nomadic journey for the past few years. However, while I navigate through the cities, besides google map, the fellow world citizens are my lifesavers. Even though we are all strangers to one another, when encountering emergency, we lend a hand to each other voluntarily without a second of hesitation.

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.