A Significant Event Narrative

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

My most favorable event was when we did the scavenger hunt at The Riverquarium. I learned about a variety of species of fish. The Spanish Hogfish was one of them. The Hogfish lives in the Gulf of Mexico and is purple and yellow. In addition, there was the Blue Hole Springs. The Blue Hole had carp, bass, alligator snapping turtles, sunfish, and a sturgeon. The sturgeon was a black sturgeon. I noticed that it has sharp bone running along its back. The plaque stated the sturgeon uses those bones as a defense mechanism. For example, if another fish were to eat the sturgeon the bones will cut through the other fish.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

During this time my brother and I were taught how to fish for Sharks and Alligator Gars. We were also taught to hunt for deer and pigs. I learned to ride horses and I was always amazed at how they were handled. I grew up as country girl, and a part of me will always be that girl because I was fearless when my father was beside me. I knew I had to be tough around him. I always knew that when my dad was taking us somewhere I had to wear jeans and a pair of boots because anything could happen on an adventure. My grandparents’ house was great too, we went on tractor rides and hayrides, we climbed trees and skinned our knees. Their house was so close to ours that sometimes my mom would take my brother and sister to their house in our

Jan 19, 2017. In an effort to resolve an unrelated matter, my counselor and assistant principal reached out to me, wanting to know the reason for my abscesses. The school interpreted my allegation that my teachers were not willing to work with me, as lambasting against the McNeil High School.

For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

Not long after starting my freshman year of high school, my brother and I decided to go fishing because he had recently got his license and eager to hit the road. My brother decided to take us to a new spot that I was unfamiliar with, but after a couple hours became I became impatient and bored. So I decided to go towards the center of the river to cool myself down from the heat, little did I remember that there was downpour the night before so the currents were intense and powerful.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

P: Timothy will recognize existing feelings of anger, discover the origins of such feelings, and find alternative ways to ease, express, and resolve such feelings.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

The most exciting day in my life, was when I shot my first deer. I was 13 years old and in the 8th grade. I had hunted 2 years before that, and had never had any luck with shooting a deer. This year I had higher expectations, the years before chances had been presented to me ,but could never seem to get a shot at one, but this year was gonna be different. We took the precautions that we do every year to prepare for the big day ahead, we ran through a mental checklist of everything that we thought we might need, making sure we didn't forget anything important. Before we started to pack anything else, my dad and I made sure we packed all of our warm clothes, we also packed flashlights, guns, shells, knives, ropes, etc. and the next step we had to take was getting a good nights sleep.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

In the 1840s on June 25th my 9th birthday my family is packing up to move to the Michigan frontier. On our way there we saw seagles, deers, wolves, bats, owls, eagles, and trees. It took 26 days to get there, because we came from New York. The government said if we live here at this piece of land for several years we could own the land for free.