In the film My Own Private Idaho by Gus Van Sant’s the movie has the power to transform one’s political sensibilities by looking over the model that is being shown in the film in the personal identity and the using factor of
A toast to a place above all the rest, this place though odd has captured my heart. I know this isn’t a conventional Burns supper toast, or even a real toast at all. But as I was thinking about which toast I wanted to give; I realized that there was only one place that I wanted to talk about. So firstly, I would like to ask you guys have you ever been to a place that makes you feel happy. A place that even at the mention of its name, you can’t help but think of happy memories you had there. The place that does that for me is the Black Hills of South Dakota. I spent my summer working at a campground in the heart of the Black Hills. So here’s a toast to the Black Hills and all of its natural beauty.
If there was anything more terrifying to a shy, introverted, teenage girl than the idea of being a in crowded room full of strangers, it would to be actually in one. Yet, there I was, surrounded by a numerous amount of impatient, jet-black cars that illuminated the dark streets, rows of musicians rehearsing their piece by playing a dissonance of sounds, and the expectant, motley crowd of people lining up on the sidewalk for the veteran’s parade.
I walked down the hallway, pacing myself. I was expecting someone to shriek in horror or someone to push me to the ground. To my surprise, everyone just kept on talking and ignored me. A couple of kids glanced in my direction and smirked at me. My best friend gushed at how cool my glasses were. My teacher didn't even glance at me twice when he told me to sit down.
I expected to go to North Dakota and be bored out of my mind. I thought that we were going to be fishing on a boat for 8-10 hours a day. I am a very impatient person so sitting on a boat in the middle of a lake, not being able to swim because there are hooks in the water sounds absolutely terrible to me. That is exactly what had happened the year before, and it seemed like i was on that boat for years.
During the summer I went to South Dakota for a national tumbling meet. In South Dakota I also went to Mt. Rushmore, a car museum/scavenger hunt, and the tumbling meet.
I have moved to five different states throughout my life. The first few moves were easy because I was younger, but as I got older it became more and more difficult to say goodbye to friends and everything I knew. The most difficult move I experienced was right before my freshman year of high school. I had lived in Utah for seven years and I did not want to move to Idaho right before I started high school. I have never gone to Rexburg before we moved there. It is a smaller town with many people who have lived in Rexburg for most of their life. It was hard to fit in at school and become friends with people who had known each other their entire life. Finally after making the effort to meet many new people I felt like I fit in. I realize that students
I can not describe how shocked I am at the moment. During the whole trip from Independence to the Kansas River, Abigail was becoming increasingly impatient. She felt more and more ill by the minute, and described her pain as feeling exceedingly nauseous and lightheaded. Soon after, her poor weak body could not walk any longer. She was incredibly unstable on her feet, and that is when she fully tripped and slammed onto the ground. Everything happened so fast… yet so slow. I felt like I have just fainted myself! Dan is checking up on her, and thankfully her heart is still beating, but it’s beating abnormally. He hopes to figure out exactly what is wrong with her.
Former president Theodore Roosevelt had much to say about wilderness, and what it can reveal. “There is a delight in the hardy life of the open. There is no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm.” They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For some they have a dislike for the wilderness and prefer an urban setting, while other love, live, and breath it in various degrees.
My family and I went to Colorado Spring for christmas break. We packed up all of our stuff then we put it all in the car. When we got done putting all of our stuff in the car we left we got on the highway. As soon as we got on the highway I took a nap. I woke up when we were in Colorado we were almost there. I was talking to my parents until we stop to get gas. I sat in the car until my dad got done filling the car up. We drove for a little bit and we were in Colorado Springs. We drove to my Aunt's house when we got there I took my stuff in the room I stay in. My cousin came from downstairs and said “Hi ” then he went back downstairs. My aunt put on a movie to all watch together. My grandma was cooking something for all of to eat when the movies was over I went to the kitchen to eat. I went to the kitchen table to talk to my dad. When my dad got done eating We heard a knock on the door we answered it and it was on of my uncles and aunts then my cousins walked in.
Waking up at midnight on a cloudy monday night, I walked outside and looked at the moon. Look at how far I have come. Living in hillbilly hick Iowa, to traveling all over the world. Listening to my mother has been one of the greatest things I have ever done. Without her I would have stayed in Iowa and probably married a ugly overweight farmer. Graduating from highschool I decided that I was going to go straight to college and get my masters in Biological Anthropology. Since I already had 20 credits completed at Iowa Central, I decided to stay for one more year. The money I would save would go into my traveling “fund”. Planning on living with my mother still, to me was not a bad decision. She fed me, clothed me, and loved me even though I can
My story begins in the sunny bright land of Crestview, Florida in 2015. My father announced that he was going to be moving in with his fiance in Indiana and my brother and I would be living with our mom for the remainder of the school year. My brother and I had the choice to stay or go to be closer to the rest of our family who lives in Indiana as well. My brother was pleading with everything to go to Indiana so we could be closer and see our family more often. Myself, I wanted to stay because I had friends and one thing holding me there, my girlfriend. She was the only reason I wanted to stay in Florida, we were together for a year and a half and I would rather stay with her than leave to be with my family. Eventually as the school year was wrapping up, she became nervous that I would wind up leaving her and going to Indiana so she did what any non-logical person would do. She started dating another guy. Most people would be heartbroken or even devastated over this, but me? No, I was perfectly fine. I knew this was God’s plan to get me to a better life, allow me to tell you more of my
It was a nice ordinary warm morning or so I thought. My mother had been thinking of moving for the past year, but she never really got around to it until that day when she told me and my younger sister at breakfast that we were moving to Idaho. I was very shocked and confused. It was only a few weeks ago that we went to visit Idaho to see if we liked the state. There were so many thoughts buzzing through my head such as what am I going to tell my friends and how much longer do I have to say goodbye to everyone before I never see them again. I also thought why Idaho, what was so special about the little potato state. I liked it in California. All my friends were here, this is where I grew up, and all our relatives lived here as well. Even though my family had moved around California many times before this move, Idaho was something new altogether.
On the summer of 2013 my family and I went on a trip to kentucky lasting for three days and two nights. We went on a houseboat on top of lake cumberland. I went with my grandparents my mom and dad and my aunt and uncle.
Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now. While on our annual trip to Kansas we are in Brian's truck heading out to the corn fields to shoot our limits of geese and ducks. Waiting for this trip every year is like going through pregnancy. You wait 9 months for it and when it finally comes your whole life changes.