Five Hour Immersion Research Paper

The lake glistened before me as my mom and I pulled into Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp just outside Twin Lakes Michigan. I had been accepted into the International Youth Symphony Orchestra program where after spending a week at the camp the entire orchestra would be heading off on a six week European Tour to share our musical talents and American culture with another part of the world. I knew traveling to a different continent would give me further insight as to who I was a person, but did not imagine the people I would meet would impact me as much as they did.

A threshold to a whole new mindset. The question running through my head almost every second before my trip was, “I can still back out of this, right?” That thought was almost always followed by my mind instantly rejecting the idea. The answer was a distinct no; I can’t back out of this. By doing so I would be disappointing my parents, my exchange family, and not to mention throwing away thousands of dollars. So despite the growing dread I told myself I had to go through with the

I flew from Las Vegas to an airport close to the Caribbean rainforest, this was my first time on a plane, I never would have imagined it would be to start my dream job and go to an exotic place. I mean, who could ever get so lucky on their first assignment. I was expecting to get sent to the middle of a hot desert or a humid rain forest infested with flying and biting bugs. I knew it was time to start my adventure when I got off that plane, but it was also time to start my adult life as well. The plane ride was full of me asking myself questions about this trip that I really could not answer. I kept asking myself what would I encounter when I reached the tribe, would they be accepting of me, would things be hostile or friendly, will I be able to adapt well enough to their style of living to be able to complete my assignment. I could not stop thinking of all the ways this trip could play

Feel different when walking into a new home or building according to the atmosphere inside? Now Imagine walking through the Gateway to a Whole New World where only one lone- translator who will not be with you once you step beyond the gateway, is the only person besides your parents who speaks the same language as you. What might happen to you before, during, and after passing through the doors of Ellis Island? For 62 years, millions of immigrants passed through the changing doors of Ellis Island on their way to becoming Americans, but their journeys are only part of the story (Jones 1). That’s why I decided to ask my grandmother her story of passing through the many doors of Ellis Island. Once a vacant island of sand in the Hudson River, before 1951, Ellis Island was once used for storing ammo, hanging pirates, as a detention center (during both WWI & WWII) ,a hospital, a psychiatric ward, then the immigration station it is most known for through the 1954:, and today it is currently used as the Ellis Island Immigration n museum and American History Center. Before my German grandmother entered the U.S through Ellis Island, the Island had

This trip was unlike any other ones.Getting lost at such a big place, was a scary experience. This is a moment, that I will always remember that changed my outlook on people. No matter what, I learned to put the past behind me and be cautious of my surroundings. I guess that it just shows to make sure you know where everyone is at all times because you never know what can and will happen. From this experience, I learned to keep up with my group at all times and make sure I don’t get left behind even if I don’t like the people I’m working with. This time in my life reminds me to keep a watchful

3) What did you like about the event? What did you dislike? What did you learn from the event (BE SPECIFIC)?

Leading up to the day I left for camp, it was a weird combination of excitement and nervousness. Sometimes I would be jumping for joy thinking about all the cool things

Some people view the outside world as a dangerous place full of disparity and misery, others like to embrace that unknown and try to use it as a catalyst for inner growth. I like to see myself as the latter, the individual who lives for the rush of the unknown. I looked down to see what I could only describe as a dream come true. It was a ticket for a six month tour around Asia that would lead to the complete immersion of native culture and tradition- Vietnamese Pho, the mountain folk of Nepal, the Muay Thai martial arts of Thailand, Chinese Architecture and the beaches of Laos are some of the places that we got to experience first-hand. As a participant I was expected to live with 15 other individuals from around the world that I had never

I was running late, I had to rush from the parking lot to the check in station in the lobby of the Chicago Hilton. Once signed in and loaded on the bus, I finally had time to take in my environment. I was surrounded by wounded warriors from all different wars and I was here to compete against them. It was surreal to say the least. I was completely over whelmed with emotion and fear all at the same time. I had a little boo boo on the wrist and some of these heroes were missing limbs, or scared, would they accept me as one of their own or would I be an outcast. Only time would tell.

When we first got on I had a physically pain in the pitt of my stomach, the real realization that you are in the predicament that you're in is on the edge of the first hill going down, it's at the time that the ride goes down at speeds unfathomable to you at the moment that your heart skips a beat and when you go up the first loop you feel that the G-force is going to rip your spine out. But when the ride is done you feel like you have just been injected with pure adrenalin right into your heart, you need more excitement to quench the thirst of excitement. Well after the demon and I craved for more thrill, well more thrill is what I got, after the demon Tyler told me the only way to get used to something new is to get right into it, so after the demon we went straight to X-flight one of the biggest rides there and my eager turned into dread as I saw the monumental ride and my heart sank deep inside. But I prevailed and we went on a a few more rides, but after a while we had all decided to take a rest to enjoy the fine

Today, I was called to be at two three hour seminars and the C. Jung Institute. The first filled my head, creating a structure and the second was a huge overlap with Rohr, including an active imagination exercise which was another spiritual experience - ultimately, out in space again!! - with the request “Trust me.”

Therefore, before I arrived that Sunday I did attempt to mentally prepare myself for what was ahead. Though I knew what the meeting entailed it was still quite challenging to focus my thoughts for an hour without former practice. Though I tried to think about specific topics and succeeded in my concentration a handful of times my mind frequently wandered. I found myself opening my eyes to see who was moving or walking in the door, and gazing around the room contemplating its set up. When my eyes were closed, which was most of the time, my mind would turn its focus to the weight of my head on my neck and how extremely heavy and awkward it felt. The experience was very eye opening and extremely personal. Seeing where my mind went in an hour of silence showed me what my thoughts are drawn to and how long I can sit still with no real active stimulation before I get restless. I don’t feel that my experience was all that spiritual though. At times during the hour I did pray and focus on the energy and presence of God, but it wasn’t extremely moving. I feel that for my first time, my body and mind were just trying to understand and adjust to the process. I realized how focused and trained your mind must have to be to stay engrossed in the meeting with no visual or auditory reminders of your purpose there. I believe that if I revisit the meeting I

All this time i never step foot outside the space station. But this time i might just do it and explore this mysterious planet called Earth. Curious i was all this time but never have the ability to just go outside. Dreadful i was but when i step foot and feel the wind blow threw my face. Exciting i was to feel all this new texture i never felt before. Fanacicing on how i would react all this time. Great it was exploring the area around the space station. Holding this smile in my face was hurting me, but i didn't care. I ask myself “ why was i scared to leave the space station all this time. Just for a second i forgot the reason why, then it hit my why. Keeping all those thoughts about how people never come back from the outside kept me insulated.

No one talked as we crammed onto the bus. I was worried I would be sick if I only was to open my mouth, so I stared uneasily out of the bus window knowing what is waiting for me. It was difficult to avoid eye contact with my team as everyone is so excited! As you pulled up into the gates a sense of joy spread throughout my body what it was doing with a little bit of stress.

After trudging through the back alley of one of the fraternities, the overwhelming smell of sweat and rancid beer consumed me. A sea of blue and gold appeared in front of my cobalt eyes and the life-giving timer at my center raced to the beat of the roaring music. Time seemed to slow down, but I was unable to absorb the rush of stimuli that circulated.