Castaway Journal: My Hero's Journey

What would happen next?!  She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step.  The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still.  Chu-yi knew that could have been bad.  She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum.  Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.

I was standing in line with my friends Liya and Kathryn and my dad who was buying four Six Flags tickets. Our bodies were all sweaty from the hot burning weather. My mouth slowly opened and I hardly breathed like some crazy animal was chasing me. It was so hot! I grabbed the dark green tall water bottle from my dad’s blue backpack, and pressed my lips against the little plastic straw and started hungrily drinking the fresh clean water. Then my hands quickly put the water bottle in the small black pocket of the backpack.

This was it. I could finally boss someone around and make them do whatever I wanted. I could dress them up and babysit them and be responsible. I could teach and learn and lead them into a life of wonder and excitement. These were some of the things I was thinking when I was told I’d be getting a younger sibling. My parents didn’t get an ultrasound and were convinced the baby would be a boy. Turns out the baby was a girl!

As the soldier left I stood there and thought about what I had just heard. This could not have happened! If Ra would just have listen to what I told him we’d all still be living and perfectly fine. So after a few hours I decided to do something for myself that would give me a chance at surviving. I decided that I would grab all the food I could for myself, and I would set out on an adventure to survive

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

In drama, story telling, myths, a religious ritual, psychological development and even in life there's a hero's journey. The hero's journey is basically multiple steps describing the adventure of “The hero”. A hero to me is someone who has courage, who did something amazing, someone you can look up to. Even though I am not a typical hero there are times when my life follows the hero's journey with archetypes such as the herald, loyal companion , threshold guardian.

The bittersweet defines me. These moments seem to chase me, to tear me down and build me back up. It was in Hyderabad, India. A city filled with the earnest cries of chaiwalas urging you to buy their steaming teas, the exuberance and chatter of countless people as you walked down the worn streets, the occasional herd of buffalos that seemed to give you judgmental side glances, but at that moment it felt empty. Thirty-two hours left—our flight was leaving back to Alabama.

As we stepped off the plane, there was an immediate rush of warm air when we took the stairs down to the tarmack. After the five hour plane ride in the cold, small plane, it felt nice to stretch out in the sun. We walked off of the tarmack onto the sidewalk that led to the parking garage and were immediately greeted by a kind man. He welcomed us to his country and directed us towards the correct direction. As we left him behind, he shouted “pura vida” to us. This was the first time I ever heard this phrase and I had no idea what it meant.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

Golden streaks of sunlight cast a soft orange glow on my eyelids causing them to peel wide open. I found myself sprawled out in the pasture I collapsed in upon encountering the being. My heart rate slowed to its usual rhythm as it pounded within the cavity of my chest regaining equilibrium. Lush vegetation surrounded me. The sweet scent of the various species of plants from the bromeliads to the hairy gardenia permeated the sticky air. To my left was a secluded wooden cabin.

I've been sitting under this tree for a while as I await the rains to pass. The sun hides behind the endless blanket of storm clouds; a precipice ahead builds with water, and will flood if the rains continues.

5 years ago, a Fed-Ex 88 plane had gone missing over the Pacific Ocean. It was not confirmed what the cause of the crash was, but it was most likely be by stormy weather conditions. The plane had departed from Memphis, Tennesse and was heading to South America. The plane was carrying 2 pilots, 2 co-pilots, and a Fed-Ex employee, Chuck Noland.

It was a dark night around a fire with my Grandpa FlimFlam told me this story. He said this story was about one of my great ancestors.

In one of ours s trips to Colombia, we were going from Louisville to Bogota with scale in Huston, TX. In Huston, We took our next plane, and when we were in the middle of the trip a lady who was drunk tried to open the plane door, it was considered a crime against all the passengers, and our flight had to turn back to Huston. Back in Huston airport the police was waiting, they came into the plane and arrested this lady. We though we were going back to our trip right away, but the plane have had the flight hours it was authorized to do, so we had to stay in Huston until the next day. The airline provided us whit hotel, food and transportation. The next day we were ready to take our plane but for bad weather we had to wait 3 more hours, finally the plane was authorized to left Huston. We were on the air for about 1 hour when the storm got us. The big plane with 300 passengers was like a leaf in the wind, the alarms went off, oxygen mask felt down, the seat belts were not strong enough to keep us in our seats, we were going up and down, shoes, wallets, purses, suit cases, and even a baby were flight everywhere inside of the plane. Everybody was yelling out, crying, and praying. I saw all that happening around us in slow motion, but everything was happening so fast. My kids and me, we yelling for help, and crying, holding each other hands, this was going on, and on for about 15 min, the plain structure was crashing and making all kind of noises, we were so scared. In some point I understood that nobody was going to be able and help us, we were 30,000 feet above the land, in that moment the reality of our situation hit me, I was terrified, and freeze up. For some time while I was freeze up, scenes of my life passed in front of my eyes, my parents, brothers, and family, moments I had live, different situations, memories with my kids, with friends, happy days, all that in a flash of emotions, and images. After that moment I realized we were going to die, it was

It was the summer of 2015, and I woke up early for my two-week vacation to Costa Rica. It was weird being up this early on summer break, but it was worth it. I made sure my bag was ready to go and that I packed everything. I brushed my teeth took a shower, and put my sweatshirt and pants on. From experience, I knew that the airport temperature would be cold so I wanted to feel warm. I came downstairs and arrived in front of a plate of pancakes. When I was half way done my sister finally came downstairs. My dad entered the kitchen, and he got a little worried he said, “If we don’t hurry we could miss our plane”! From the 4 years of traveling on a plane, we always were on time and nothing bad ever happened, this might be the time. My family rushed to the car, and we all started freaking out and my whole family was yelling and shouting. Everyone that passed us were looking at us like crazy. We finally reached the airport and lugged our bags through the whole airport trying to make our flight. My aunt called my mom wondering where we were. My mom said, “We aren’t going to make it. Just leave without us”, then, my aunt asked what happened and what we were going to do. My mom didn’t have all the answers, but I knew we were going to figure it out as a family like we always do.