Narrative Reflection: What I Learned During The Via Ferrata

„Summer“ is a poem by Walter Dean Myers. The poem is about a hot summer day. The theme of the poem is the beauty of a hot summer day. The tone of the poem is the enjoyment Walter feels towards the hot summer day. Walter Dean Myers uses figurative language such as: rhyme, repetition, and alliteration to express the joy he feels on a beautiful, hot summer day and to describe the events of the summer day.

On the listed date, I, Officer Rivera Ayala, responded to the Bethalto Quick Trip in reference to a counterfeit bill. I met with the clerk and complainant identified as Terry A. Huber who gave me the bill as the suspect identified as Megan M. Feeley (DOB 10/12/1985) was at the register. I asked Megan where she got the bill from. Megan stated that she did not know that the bill was fake, and that she got it from her brother. Megan asked if she would be able to get the bill back. I advised Megan that she would not be able to.

After summer is fall and I got to say that it is so long and cold it’s more miserable than just sitting on the couch being bored. The water park is barren and silent, like a ghost town that has not had any visitors in quite some time. The whispers of the wind fly by and it is the only thing you can hear in the distance. The chilling wind snaps and cracks, ready to hit anybody that is

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

It was an unseasonably cool day. It wasn’t the typical hot, sticky August. It was so cool outside my friend had to wear a sweatshirt. The sun was getting lower in the sky caramelizing the sky into a fluorescent pink color. This was our last full day of summer and we wanted to spend it doing something new and exciting. We wanted to play disc golf and I observed my friends and I playing it.

I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming

Days of adventuring through the park, beams of molten-gold radiating through the gap in the forest canopy and splashing onto the ground, transition into days of weaving through flooded hallways. Evenings spent under a vast blanket of sky painted pink and orange with smeared brush strokes distort into late nights hunched over a computer. Fingers fly across the keyboard, scrambling to put the finishing touches on a paper due the following day. As sun-kissed skin lightens, I transform into the person people expect me to be. Reading “The Sun Goes Down on Summer” brought to light the insecurities and inhibitions I experience each year as summer draws to a close, such as, pretending to be someone I’m not, pretending to enjoy things I loathe, and

I sat on a bench in the middle of the park, enjoying the first day of autumn. I wore jeans with knee-high boots and a sweater I had been dying to wear since I bought it. Bright leaves covered the ground, making the whole park seem as if it was glowing orange. I listened to my audio book, The Runaway King, as I enjoyed the autumn air.

Summer is a broad topic and can mean a lot of different things for a lot of different people but I decided to select images I believe a broad amount of people will be able to relate to. All of us have had a childhood and all of us have experienced summer, to be able to remind someone of a past summer is what my intentions with my concentration were. I believe by exploring various experiences a person may have had during their summer, my images will be able to resonate with them. I have drawn on memories others have had from their summers as well as mine and have attempted to use those memories to display images that will make people imagine summer. I do believe my images most closely reference the summers of an adolescent and the fun one might

That summer was filled with plenty of swimming and ice cream days with my friends. It was just like any other summer--except it rained. It rained so much that I should have been able to predict the sorrow that would come

My brain was overwhelmed, I had many ideas but I didn’t exactly know how to put it all together and make it look like a whole big movement, I was nervous and confused at times, and at the end of each rehearsal I would say to myself what else can I do because it felt like I was out of movements. That was the cycle of my mind during this process. I was very excited about this project even though I knew it was going to be a lot of workIbut I didn’t think that I had to be so detailed with everything to make sure that the message got across. Something that helped me a lot with this process was doing a proposal before starting rehearsal, which allowed me to have a strong idea about my piece and have a set of movements already planned out. I already

Fall was just around the corner, slowly creeping in as summer ends causing the crisp copper leaves to fall of the trees as they swayed gently in the wind. The forest felt alive with the branches creaking, squirrels chattering, the birds singing and bugs humming. The smell of wild herbs filled my nostrils; a refreshing scent.

Thomas Edison said “Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time”. Throughout the spring semester, I endured any adversities. The courses were more rigorousness, the workload was heavy and I realized that most of the teaching to be done outside the classroom. I encountered failure for the first time this semester. But in this semester, I have learned more about myself than I had my entire life and it was through my failures.

I thought this summer day would be the best day, I woke up at 9:00 a.m the bright sun was peeking through my window and the birds were chirping. I didn’t have to worry about getting ready fast to make the bus or do any homework. My mom finally had a day off work and we were going to go shopping and go swimming.

The day was as cool as summer's day. It was warm with a cool breeze, it felt as if I was by the beach all along. It felt so good to be outside for the first time, since I have been inside all day unpacking.