Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.

Polyphemus is startled to see Odysseus and his men. Polyphemus snatches two men and makes his meal. Odysseus wants to take his sword to Polyphemus but knows if he kills him now he won’t be able to escape because of the giant boulder. The next day while Polyphemus is pasturing his sheep, Odysseus finds and hardens a wooden staff. When Polyphemus returns, Odysseus offered Polyphemus some wine. “‘Here, Cyclops, drink some wine after of human flesh, and see what sort of liquor our ship held. I brought it as an offering thinking that you might pity me and send me home. But you are mad past bearing. Reckless! How should a stranger come to you again from any people, when you have done this wicked deed?’ So I spoke; he took the cup and drank it off, and mighty pleased he was with the taste of the sweet liquor, and thus he asked me for it yet again:

Thirdly, Odysseus’s journey takes him through many road of trials that depict the heroic cycle. One of Odysseus's odysseys is the cyclops and his brutality. Odysseus is going through a state of trickery when the cyclops, Polyphemus, depicts kindness by letting Odysseus and his men enter his home. Moments later, the cyclops eats two of Odysseus's men and then traps the rest for a meal later to come. Odysseus says with distress to his peers,

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

Odysseus enters the cyclops Polyphemus’s cave, eats his cheese, and still expects gifts which is near the same reason Odysseus killed his suitors for, showing that he is selfish. Even though Odysseus did heroically and bravely defeat the cyclops by poking him in the eye, it was Odysseus that went looking for the cyclops in the first place. He did not stop to think about what the cyclops might do to them when they were seen and in essence went looking for trouble. He selfishly wanted to see the cyclops for himself, and did not think of the consequences that might come to his men. When asked who they were and why they had come, Odysseus replies with “It was our

What would happen next?!  She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step.  The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still.  Chu-yi knew that could have been bad.  She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum.  Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.

However, Odysseus was an honorable man and did not want to take what was not his, but he paid the price for his actions later. When the Cyclops returned to his home, he did not give Odysseus and his crew hospitality but instead sealed them into his cave. The Cyclops then “clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out [...] and made his meal” (Homer 820). Odysseus’ mind kicks into action when he looks around and uses a tree lying around in the cave as the source of his weapon which he would use against Polyphemus. In addition, Odysseus also used the wine that he brought to drunk the Cyclops so he could then use the stake he made previously to stab out the eye of the Cyclops.

Haha you know what I HATE running it’s so last year though right now I’m glad I’m running, if I wasn’t I would be in jail in the Kingdom or as I like to call it King Dumb mainly because the people there are so rich they don’t believe they need to know anything besides money. Can you guess what I’m doing right now….. “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE” I yelled as I RAN AWAY from the King Dumb guards who are surprisingly smart I guess it’s only the King and his ‘friends’ which only are his friends do to money. “COME BACK HERE” they yelled, you see I’ve been making ruckus in this forest for my whole life and they still haven’t caught me “WOW YOU GUYS ARE DUMB, THERE’S NO WAY IMMA COMING WITH YOU!” Right now I’m running and jumping from tree to tree making my way towards town so I can lose them.

The bittersweet defines me. These moments seem to chase me, to tear me down and build me back up. It was in Hyderabad, India. A city filled with the earnest cries of chaiwalas urging you to buy their steaming teas, the exuberance and chatter of countless people as you walked down the worn streets, the occasional herd of buffalos that seemed to give you judgmental side glances, but at that moment it felt empty. Thirty-two hours left—our flight was leaving back to Alabama.

As we stepped off the plane, there was an immediate rush of warm air when we took the stairs down to the tarmack. After the five hour plane ride in the cold, small plane, it felt nice to stretch out in the sun. We walked off of the tarmack onto the sidewalk that led to the parking garage and were immediately greeted by a kind man. He welcomed us to his country and directed us towards the correct direction. As we left him behind, he shouted “pura vida” to us. This was the first time I ever heard this phrase and I had no idea what it meant.

Last winter, I went on a camping trip in the woods. As we unpacked our tents, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Two red eyes glowing right at me behind a bush. They were getting bigger and bigger the closer the creature got to us. We usually go camping in this forest, but this was the first time I saw something strange here. My stomach churned as I noticed the bush starting to rustle, alarming me that the creature will jump out and kill us. ¨Hey Matt, do you see those big, glowing, red eyes too?¨ I whispered, still looking at the creature hidden behind the bush. Matt, my best friend, was too busy fighting the cloth of our tent because he got his legs somehow stuck.

Driving over 1,700 miles is not the most enjoyable thing to do; especially when you’re moving. It’s not so rough when you have time to stop and sightsee. But when your truck and a moving truck are full of household and personal items sightseeing is out of the question. That means stopping and stretching legs comes when a truck needs to be filled up and windows washed. The nice thing about having a teen driver is they get to experience the “thrill” of driving across country on roads and highways that are not jam-packed with cars.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

I don’t remember my name, or most of my early life, but I know I was a thief. I was part of a group of thieves, five of us. “Do you remember where you’re from?” A village called Greenbridge. I don’t know how far it is from here. “Greenbridge?” Why, does it sound familiar? She hesitated. She didn’t know him, but if she was going to help, she had to give him reason to trust her. Besides, it might feel good to finally tell someone. “It’s where I’m from. I did something there that I’m… not proud of.” That makes two of us. “What did you do?” You mean, besides abandoning everyone I care about? My wife, my little girl, my friends? “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s fine. In the time I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of thinking. “Pardon me for asking, but what happened to you?” Now that’s a story.

Him! Polyphemus, the greatest Cyclops, for help. A little later, the man came up to Polyphemus and said he had a gift for him. Polyphemus was pleased, thinking that was the way the man was apologizing for his unbelievable request. His guests’ brought him wine in a great iron casket. The wine was so fiery and thick against his parched throat that the Cyclops could not help but call for more to drink. Not much later, Polyphemus was so drunk that he could barely walk. Feeling jolly from the wine, the one-eyed giant asked what the leader’s name was. He replied with “Nobody”. Eventually, Polyphemus passed out from all the alcohol he had