Personal Narrative

The 1986 film The Mission depicts the relation of the Jesuits as a type of enlightening force for the Guarani people, that is able to organized theses people in way that was not before possible. The representation of the priest as these great liberators of knowledge by the movie is flattery, the natives where indeed capable of organizing themselves as a society that the films choses to ignore. The Guarani where not the pure molds that the movie presents, they contained there own original and optioned ideas on how society works after contact with the Jesuits and in the missions, a notable example of their ideas can be seen in religion. The natives are shown throughout the film of having weak constitution to their traditional spirituality, and this was not the cause in history. My argument is, the Guarini where not the passive molds for Christianity presented in the film, but where actually relatively organized in them believes of spirituality and held strong options on the subject. Supporting the argument against the films take will include: Ruiz de Montoya’s The Spiritual Conquest, a primary source form the prospective of a Jesuit priest during the time of The Mission; James Schofield Seager’s The Mission and Historical Missions: Film and the Writing of History, focuses on the historical issues riddled within the film; and lecture notes form Dr. Austin, discussing the actuality of what occurred in during the time period of The Mission.

Bermondsey may be understood to mean Beornmund’s island but while Beornmund represent an Old English personal name, identifying an individual once associated with the place, the element „-ey” represents Old English „eg”, for „island”, „piece of firm land in a fen” or simply a „place by a stream or river”. Bermondsey escorts inform that thus Bermondsey need not have been an island as such in the Anglo-Saxon period, and is as likely to have been a higher, drier spot in an otherwise marshy area. Bemondsey escorts know that though Bermondsey’s earliest written appearance is in the Domesday Book of 1086, it also appears in a source which, though surviving only in a copy written at Peterborough Abbey in the 12th century, claiming “ancient rights”

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.

Although my high school years are up, I am proud to say that my time there was well spent. Since my freshman year I have been an avid member of Trevor G. Browne high school and the community and tried my best to contribute and give back as much as possible. I am currently enrolled at ASU where I plan to further my education in psychology and medicine in order to go back to my community and help my people. During my high school years I commuted back and forth from the Tohono O’odham reservation to Phoenix Arizona. This was an utter culture shock but it made me realise where my small community at home, a small village called North Komelik in Sif Oidak District on the Tohono O’odham reservation, faults and it was my duty to be the change in order

Hearing the sounds of people breaking in half a wooden slab with their feet and cries being shouted out, I hesitantly entered the Dojo, placing my sandals in a cabinet. Dreading the smell of feet and sweat I didn’t enjoy coming. Not only was the smell bad but the physicality that was required was discomforting. The hits that my back and ribs received from missed side-kicks and jabs was unbearable.

Spring rolled around and it was finally time for the first t-ball game of the season. The dandelions were sprouting and the bees were buzzing in the outfield. All twelve players showed up but only half of the team was there to play ball. It was hard to expect six-year olds to have much of an attention span anyway. The ball was hit and began to roll for the outfield. At this very moment the team of twelve became divided. This division separated the team players from the self-servers. Little did I know that my first time on the field would mark the beginning of something so big and influential in my life.

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse

Stop, stop, stop!! The kids are sleeping, please stop. “ I don’t care if the kids wake up you can’t do anything right, your worthless.”

I no longer viewed them in the same negative way anymore. I did not hate them, and I forgave them in my heart. I wanted to start over and begin to show them the love that I never showed them growing up. When I moved back home, I was finally ready to talk about things with my parents. I always wanted to tell my parents, but I was afraid that they would hate me and not believe me. I sat there in the kitchen table and I said to my mom “mom, I love you and there are some things that I have to tell you.” She came over and asked me what was wrong and I told her about that happened between my brother John and I. She yelled, and grew angry with me and told me I was lying. She stormed out of the kitchen and went up to her room. In spite of her reaction, I was glad it was off my chest. I was also a little hurt because I waited all of those years for the time to talk, and I did not go the way I had hoped. However, I remembered that all I wanted to do was have the courage to tell my parents what happened, and I did. It did not matter what the response was, I was not doing any of it for them, but I wanted to let things out in the open so I could be free and stop living in hiding. I had already forgiven my parents, and my brother for all that happened. And more importantly, I had already forgiven myself. I recognized that prior to even mentioning anything to my mom, my life had already been changed for the better and the abuse did not have a hold on me

never would have thought one girl could change me so much. I was a “bible thumping” kid with a purity ring and she was a shy girl with enough beauty to stop someone’s heart with a single glance. I guess one could say I fell in “love”.

Life is a little too short. For some life is too short because they are having excessive fun, they are constantly busy, or they are a bunch of both. People’s emotions and personalities change within the seasons. During the winter they are sad and sleepy. Throughout the spring they are cheerful and bright-eyed. Occasionally, in the summer they are crabby yet lustful. And in the season that brings us all together as family and friends, known as autumn and sometimes fall, the adults are dreading work, the teenagers are adventurous, and the children are playful. Behind these emotions and personalities lye the truth. The truth behind the fake smiles, the unforgotten broken hearts, and the worn out brains from trying to manage one event in their

One Sunny morning in March 2010 I woke up getting ready for work. I couldn’t find where I put my keys to the apartment, but I found the keys. I arrived at work around 7:45 a.m. thinking and preparing for the school day. I entered the school and returned to my workstation to eat an apple and donut before starting bus duty. I walked up front to receive the students off the bus and carpool. Receiving the students with a warm good morning and a great big smile, ‘wow’ without my teeth showing, funny huh! While waiting for the last carpool, a person said to me, you didn’t have to go down like that. Meaning you did not deserve that. I said to the person, what are you talking about, I became confused. The person said to me you come to work on time,

I stand backstage in the wings, waiting for my entrance. It’s opening night of The Drowsy Chaperone, and I’m playing the role of Trix the Aviatrix. I’m slightly panicking. I don’t know what to expect from eight hundred new eyes watching me from the audience. The orchestra starts up. My friend grabs my arm, and tells me to “break a leg”. I make my entrance. I stand