Krosin's Ceremony

The pre- Columbian Northwest tribes marked important events; such as, weddings, funerals, raising of the totem pole, and new clan houses with a ceremony called Potlatch. A Potlatch was also held to show off wealth- which was acquired and distributed throughout the ceremony. These ceremonies included storytelling, dancing, gift-giving, and the destruction of possessions. In their minds, the more one could afford to destroy, the greater their wealth. The main purpose potlatches had was to display wealth and social status.

When all these steps and stages were completed it led to freedom and enlightenment for him. When Tayo reached the “understanding that everything is interrelated” (Heroes), he is now free to live between his home and

It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to not only witness the laying of the wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier but to participate in this extremely important ceremony. This experience would be invaluable. Located in the most honored cemetery in the country, this tomb is visited by the President himself, who often attends to participate in the Wreath Ceremony. The Wreath Ceremony represents the beauty and shortness of life and recalls memories of the unknown. The tomb represents about 95,000 American soldiers. However, unlike their fellow soldiers, these fallen soldiers from World Wars I and II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War remain unrecognized, which is engraved the tomb: “Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known but to God.” Our inability to recognize these soldiers individually does not decrease our respect for them in any way. Instead, it magnifies the soldiers’ loyalty to our country and their mission: freedom for all.

"I don't let you drive because you can't drive." I calmly sat back in my seat, thinking that Jackson had finally stopped kicking the back of my seat. I was wrong.

"Keep driving and ignore what's going on." Jack commanded. The bus driver did as he said. Jack turned back to the blonde girl. "You are a slut. Get down on your knees and beg me to fuck your face."

"Get in? This isn't an official car, you could be leading me to my murder for all I know," she replied. He rolled his

“Oh, your presence here is not intrusion at all. We would be delighted to have you visit our village.” She says, gesturing to 2 extra beasts beside us. “We could escort you to our village, where you would stay throughout your visit here in Bavin.”

“No, sir, imma gonna manage somehow. Thank you kindly for askin’. Buts I do wants to be knowin’ who be drivin’ that there truck and why he be drivin’ it through my front

"I'll bet that boy is hungry. Why don't you all just come on to the truck? Get something to eat. Ain't no need to be such a hard-ass."

“He is a prime suspect of grand theft auto, and there is video evidence of it. Please do not ask me again.”

"You knew what you were getting, okay?" Shoving past him roughly, she climbed back into the suv as he walked around to drive.

The sound of the chirping birds awoke me. The smell of the grassy-smelling rain tickled my nose as I pried my heavy eyes open, tired from yesterday’s long day of adventuring. I squirmed out of my cozy sleeping bag, being gentle on my sore back after sleeping on the diamond-hard rock last night. I crawled out of my little compact tent as my stomach growled of hunger. I looked out to the foggy distance where the egg yolk-like sun was rising from behind the bumpy, tree-filled mountains. I gathered my hiking essentials and munched on a protein bar as I started exploring on the wet, slippery trail. Suddenly, I heard a footstep behind me. I turned around, but nothing in particular was there. I kept strolling along, observing the many species wandering

“This part goes a little fast, my friends, so hold on tight!” The car viciously started forward. “Here…we…go!”

While opening the car door, I looked at my mom. "Mom, I promise you, I will be okay. I know that I turned 16 three months ago, but I'm perfectly capable driving to Eastwood."

You sit atop that brittle step, with a gaze cast over the horizon. You see that familiar open field, cropped by two grey stacks, the wisps of wheat sway in the wind. You raise your mug and gulp, lips sliding down the smooth ceramic, then with the downward motion of the mug reveal the fauna at play . This truly unadulterated gap is where nature pours out to fill you with wonderment and pleasure. You linger. Breathe. After a while, you return into your den, ready yourself, and proceed out into the world.