My Ithaca-Personal Narrative

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Myriad obstacles occur during each person’s lifetime, but each person has differing obstacles that can occur based on a variety of factors including gender, ethnicity, age, place of residence, time period born, or personal limitations. Odysseus encountered different obstacles than myself because the epic poem, The Odyssey, took place it Antient Greece during the sixth century BC, and Odysseus, a hero of the Trojan War, travelled away from home for twenty years while he encountered many hardships; however, I am a student it high school, who currently lives in a small town in the United States in the year two thousand and sixteen. Odysseus and I both live in different years and different countries, but we both encounter obstacles in our lives. After almost twenty years of attempting to return to his homeland, Ithaca, Odysseus surmounts this obstacle and safely arrives home, but upon his arrival is informed of another obstacle, the suitors, who have

What is Ithaca, metaphorically? Ithaca in that context, will evaluate to many definitions; one of these definitions is that the journey you take has more value than the destination. Many people will succumb to this journey, physically or mentally, this journey can take years to decades to complete for some people, but some people may never complete this journey. These journeys are different from person to person. My personal Ithaca is finding something that makes me happy, that I can sustain a life off of. I doesn’t matter what I do, how many things I do, where I live, who I meet, who I marry; none of that matters if your not happy. Because you should always put your happiness over others, because you are not them, you are you; and you should

On a day in which the sun was shining like a new fluorescent light bulb, I sat on a heated metal bench that was located in front of a large, stone fountain where a brace of ducks lingered, and I began to read Chasing Brooklyn.

During my part time employment with River Island, I was privileged to be promoted to sales manager for women’s products which allowed me to develop numerous management qualities and communication skills. These ranged from keeping financial records, customer care, managing and meeting weekly sales targets and problem

Interesting that you ask this of the northern states vineyards success. I actually travel to Chautauqua Institute a couple times a year and while you fly into Buffalo, New York, the drive to Chautauqua is lined with miles and miles of vineyards. This is a trip I love to make every chance I get, to see the beauty of this countryside as well as these vineyards, as far as the eye can see. It is wine country with over 50 miles straight of vineyards and, and all feeding off Lake Erie and Chautauqua Lake (“Lake Erie Wine Country” n.d.).

As most journeys begin, it all started with the arrival to Vincennes University. The morning was sadly not bright and sunny, but rather bitter and stormy. It was definitely not one that aroused happy thoughts when it comes to traveling, but still Ben Davis University scholars boarded the charter buses. Patience was a virtue in which we all lacked. We all arrived by 10:45 on June 10th, but still only began moving around 11. We groggily moved towards the buses, dragging around our luggage that would somehow enable us to live and survive during our 1 week stay.

Even though I have not been all around the world, I consider myself a traveler, particularly when I travel to Greece to visit family. People there know I am not Greek just by the way I carry myself, and I can't decide if it's good or bad that I stick out. My olive skin tone and brown almond-shaped eyes may look Greek, but I don’t act Greek. I don’t even speak the language fluently. My broken sentences aren't a problem when it comes to making friends because Greeks convey their emotions with expressive hands gestures. Even though everyone there is friendly, I still feel like an outsider. The language barrier and my American cultural mindset isolate me, but both allow me to see Greece differently than the locals and to become introspective.

Although very nervous and uncomfortable, I decided that there was nothing in my power to change the future; and so taking a deep breath, I entered the freshly painted red, iron doorway. I began noticing my classmates forming their “cliques” and “gangs” of friends that they would “hang out with.” Here came the breath again… I took another one and then started talking to a group of guys and girls. I did it in a way that I would speak to my friends in the old country. This time, I realized, it was different. Inadvertently, I was making a fool of myself when I began small talk about the classes that we would be taking that year. They did not care about classes, they cared about the movies they watched or comparing the great vacations they had which happened to have just ended because of school. They did not want to hear about classes. It took me a long time to realize that I wasn’t like them, I was better than them. I had bigger plans than just wasting the summer away… I read everything I could get my hands on. I wish I could discuss some of the stories I read or the things I learned for just about any topic. Instead, I went with: “My name is Leonidas… Have any of you seen the movie 300? The fearless protagonist has the same name as mine.” I think that was when they began to love me! I mean I was the new star that everybody in my school had to

My experience at Walden West was amazing! I had so much fun making new friends, trying new experiences, and new emotions (mostly balling my eyes for out on Friday ). In all I had a great experience there and want to go back there as a camp leader in high school and this summer even. My favorite things were definitely the food, friends, and field class. They all helped me have the best experience at science camp I could ever have. It was hard for me to leave without crying.

Last week, Jimmy made an appointment with me and we planned to board the cruise ship to Coney Island on Saturday evening. When I finished my intensive work in the store, I went back home in a hurry and replaced the long pleated skirt into that evening gown. Then, I checked my pocket watch, I found it was time to leave. I went out of the house in a rush to make sure arrived there on time.

As people always recognize kids for their strength, I’ve been put a writer card in my wallet of identity since I was young (according to my mum, I wrote earlier than anybody in Kindergarten, although she forgot I was also older than anybody). To be honest, while sometimes I’m proud of it, sometimes this “Write and Wrong” identity really creates pressure and constriction. I surprisingly found out Hamilton is really where I’m looking for. The open curriculum with a stress on writing and speaking can let students truly explore the liberal arts while building a solid communication capability base. I’ll be able to meet more possibilities and potentials with the guide of “The Quill Pen” that has been leading this college for years. The next time

The lyricists here are talking about connecting with home. In order to connect with home, you have to find it. And I have found a home in the City of Hamilton. Although I wasn’t born in Hamilton like many of my peers, I have established ties and relationships with the City and her citizens. For this reason, I would like to be the Mayor of the City of Hamilton for Civic Day.

A favorite experience I had was going to Greensborough, North Carolina this summer to compete in Seventh Grade Nationals with my AAU basketball team. I always enjoy tournaments where we stay at hotel for the weekend, because I have a good relationship with many of my teammates and have a good time with them during those trips. But, this trip to Nationals was something special. First of all, it was almost a week to hang out with my teammates, play basketball, relax, as well as explore the different stores and restaurants in Greensborough. In addition I met my cousins and aunt, who live in North Carolina, for the first time I can remember. We did not win any games, but we competed, going back and forth against one team and having a double-digit

Teresópolis was a blessed ancient city with classical old houses.The sky was always bright and blue like a turquoise stone.The birds singing all morning sounded like a small orquestra. Beautiful scenery,cozy restaurants and colorful nature were just a small part of the beauty in this place.