Essay Writing: My Hero's Journey

My achievement of becoming literate in both English and Spanish, after overcoming a myriad of obstacles distinguishes my literacy history. Writing was one of the things I didn’t like to do as a child. I always thought writing was a waste of time and that I wasn’t going to need it in life. Even though I didn’t invest much time writing, I was one of the best writers in all my classes, probably because I was very dedicated in the other subjects and I loved reading adventure books. I learned how to read and write by the age of four, since in my native country “the Dominican Republic”, kids are enrolled in school at the age of three; usually parents start their child’s education at home before that age.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve reached the hill finally. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and

“Life is like a baseball game. When you think a fastball is coming, you gotta be ready to hit the curve.” -Unknown. Baseball is a game, one that is not timed, one that is not rushed either, but is only allowed twenty-seven outs. For some it means everything to them, for some the opposite. Even though it is just a game, the characteristics and necessities that come along with it, is what people don’t understand. Baseball can teach individuals, all ages, the tools they need to help themselves, schooling and their future. Within this comes the aspects of teamwork, self-confidence, and the importance of family.

The movie “Lone Survivor” is an excellent example of Joseph Campbell’s idea of the “monomyth”, or more widely known as the Hero’s Journey. The Hero’s Journey outlines the steps a hero will likely take on their path to become and develop as a hero. It has three main parts; The Departure, The Initiation, and The Return, with all of them consisting of smaller parts of the journey. “Lone Survivor”, the movie, follows these steps very closely, almost mirroring the Hero’s Journey as Campbell wrote it. It is a very good example of the Hero’s Journey.

The ordinary world shows the audience the hero and identify him before the journey begins. The ordinary world also identify the hero flaws,problems,and unique characteristics about the hero that makes him three-dimensional. The Hero’s inner and outer problems are shown but these problems can change throughout the demands of the journey. In every story there is a problem or Central Dramatic Question that disrupts the Ordinary World. To solve the problems and answer the dramatic question and return to balance.

“Hi Alexis.” She said looking down at me “Um, there’s nothing really going on right now, or at least not a lot of fun stuff. You might want to stay in there, I would have liked to stay in there, to be honest. Your sister was skipping in here for about ten minutes straight.

If you saw me how most people saw me, you would be too. But you don’t because you’ve only seen a part of me. You see what I mean?” That killed me. I thought about all the people I used to know. I thought I always did a pretty good job at being myself but I don’t remember at all, I really don’t. If I was less of myself and more of a phony then maybe all the other phonies would like me more, but I didn’t want to be a phony. I wanted to be me. Just then, the girl’s phone rang. It startled me and I nearly fell out of that goddam window. No kidding. She answered it and it turned out her sister and D.B.’s flight wasn’t as delayed as they thought it would be. I could hear the whole conversation because it was so goddam quiet where we were. When the call ended, the girl turned to me and smiled really nice and wide, which amused me. I was never really one to smile at all, but some part of me decided in that moment that I should smile right

I dedicate this to my incredible parent for their love and continued support and believe in me even when at times I had none.

Every epic story has an epic hero. All of these heroes, throughout all of literature, share three vital traits. These are what make heroes, well, heroes. Odysseus, the main character and hero of Homer’s The Odyssey, was on a perilous quest to get home and back to his family. Without his intelligence, without his courage, and most importantly without his determination, the great Odysseus never would have achieved such a goal. These three traits have immortalized him in fame forever and have led him to his family.

Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.

“Dad?” I answer. “Hey Jess, do Jacob and you want to go zip lining today? I’m making the appointment right now.” Zip lining. I’m not sure whether to be excited or terrified, but I say anyway, “Of course!” “Great, we’re all set for one o’clock! I’m on my way back to the hotel now; I’ll be there soon.” I poke the “end call” button on my phone and shove it in my pocket. “What’d he say?” Jacob asked impatiently. His eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face as I explain the phone conversation. He is the more adventurous one of the two of us. “This is gonna be awesome! C’mon, let’s go tell mom!” As he leads me down the hall back to our room, anticipation builds up inside of me and suddenly I cannot

As I rush down the stairway, I can finally feel the fresh air hitting against my face. I stare waiting for the policemen to take Mumtaz far far away, but instead they take me. They put all the girls in a separate room and question us, as if they think we all understand. I go over and over in my head the words Harish had taught me, which makes me wonder where he is during all of this commotion? As I stand there waiting with the others, I can't help but think about if they will let us go home, or send us off to another brothel. If they let us go home, as much as I would like to forget, I know deep down nothing will be the same. The memories, scents, and feelings will never leave me. They will somehow always be apart of me now.

My favorite class is business writing. I like business writing because it's different from the other class. I don’t have stronger reason to hate this class. I have some reason why I like business writing so much. First of all, I have a lot of challenge in this class because It let me know ways how write a letter for apply job and interview job which each way it has many techniques that I need to practice hard to improve my writing skill and It requires me to know many vocabularies. In addition, the business writing class is an enjoyable class. I always feel comfortable when I attend business writing class which the class environment is quite good as a friends that always help me when I got in trouble or when I confuse about exercise or homework

Her eyes focused on the foot of the bed. The pile of clothes that would always sit there was now gone. They had been gone for two months. Her heart ached as if she were slowly twisting a knife deeper and deeper each day. Niall had left about two month ago. He had left a note that morning that ruined her love life. “I don’t want you to hate me, but I need to find myself.” She probably read the note about one hundred times. Now she sat on the bed dressed in a nice blue day dress. She had been invited to Denise’s birthday party. Denise was Niall’s sister in law, so that meant Niall would be at the party. Was she nervous? Yes, what was he going to do? She had made sure that she looked perfect. Her hair was curled, makeup done, and she had a beautiful dress on that really made her look great. “Hey, I am so glad you showed up.” Maura mumbles, her lips pressed to Jorden’s temple. Jorden could already feel how out of place she was being in her ex-boyfriend’s brother’s house. “Where is the birthday girl?” Jorden asks. The large gift in her hands only made her feel ten times more awkward. “She is still getting ready. You always showed up early to things. You can help. I think Niall is in the back with Greg, so you can stay with me in the baby’s room.” The baby was Theo, Niall’s three year old nephew. “Hey Theo, how is my favorite boy?” Jorden cooed to the tiny blonde baby. “Hello, I love you.” Theo says in his small three year old voice. “I love you. How about we play with