Personal Narrative: My Journey From The Wildebeet Migration

Responsibility isn’t for everyone, and it definitely isn't for the lazy. I started the summer of 2016 out by catching at the Calf Scramble in Houston and have only grown to love my heifer. Calf Scramble has not only brought me closer to the animal, but to my family too.

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

The star of the film is Pastor Becky Fischer, who explains the startling mission of her "Kids on Fire" camp: "I want young people to be as committed to laying down their lives for the Gospel as they are in Pakistan." At the camp, the children are asked: "How many of you want to be those who will give up your life for Jesus?" Little hands shoot up from every direction. They are told: "We have to break the power of the enemy over the government." At one point, Becky yells: "This means war! Are you a part of it or not?" More little hands.

Continuity and change helps us understand what has changed or remained the same over the course of history. It allows us to examine certain patterns or cultural influences and how they have either faded from history or still remain significant today. Domestication of animals, the Bantu Migrations, and the rise of Islam are key elements that will be discussed.

The coach of the 1980´s Olympic hockey team Herb Brooks told others ¨Let me start with issuing you a challenge: be better than you are. Set a goal that seems unattainable, and when you reach that goal set another one even higher¨. Every journey starts with a goal and a journey to that goal helps improve many parts of ourselves. Like a growing business the closer it gets to the owner´s goal the products will become more and more detailed.

I cannot in good conscience support Judge John O’Donnell for State Supreme Court. In neither my personal capacity nor as councilman of Ward 9.

I can’t remember exactly how it all happened, but for some reason we were at Kroger which is weird, because we don’t usually shop at Kroger, and there was this free sample of this weird looking sushi thing. The sushi looked like a slice of a white grainy log with a weird center and orange mustard stuff on the top of it. To make things better the sushi also had doritos sprinkled on it hmmm.

Between 1910 and 1970, a mass number of African Americans moved from the rural southern states of america larger urban cities like Chicago, New York, Philadelphia and Detroit. Historically this is known as ‘The Great Migration’, which proved to be an important factor in the development of African American music, art and culture. When the migrants left their homes the south in search of a better life, they left behind the threat of lynching, discrimination, segregation, denied human rights and lack of employment. They brought a culture constructed out of their own experiences of discrimination in the south, these cultural navigations gave birth to Jazz, America’s first authentic art form. An evolution of negro spirituals and work songs, ‘The

Although I was born a U.S. citizen my parents saw it right to know my culture. As soon as I was old enough to travel I was swept to Mexico with my missionary and bilingual family. Even though spanish was my first language when I got back to the states I learned english in a couple of months. My parents became pastors soon after in a church that only spoke spanish and was bathed in the Mexican culture. We had men who sang christian “cumbias” on top of a horse and we made tamales as a church fundraisers.

When I got arrested it took place in my neighborhood. It was very scary for me because I haven’t done anything wrong. And the police officer was very rude and aggressive. He didn’t even read me my Miranda rights. But the situation was resolved once we got to the station, and they realized they had arrested the wrong person and they said they were very sorry. I on the other hand decided to sue them.

After watching their grandparents get “arrested” by a Russian convoy, the Abramikas family fled from their quiet farm in Lithuania unsure what future would hold for them. Six months later, the Abramikas had finally boarded the boat that would deliver them to the crowded, super saturated city of New York. The Abramikas would reach their destination in Chicago, Illinois where my grandmothers uncle was waiting for them. Almost everything in this new life would be difficult for them to get used to, especially buying food. It wouldn’t be the long lines, for they had seen those at the internment camps. It would not be the concept of a non-negotiable price either, it would be the variety and quantity of the foods. As the years went on, the Abramikas adapted to the Chicago lifestyle and my grandmother would eventually meet my Lithuanian grandfather which would change the family name to the Milaitis family name. My father was their first child and while growing up on the Southside of Chicago, there was plenty of trouble to get into but my grandmothers cooking kept him around the house. Both my grandmother and grandfather were working and decided the best way to keep the Lithuanian heritage strong in the family strong would be to send

Psychotic disorders can be described as a mental health disability in which a person experiences changes in thinking, perception, mood and behaviour which can severely disrupt their lives. Some of the main psychotic disorders include schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, psychotic depression, schizo affective disorder and drug induced pychosis. Some common symptoms when a psychotic disorder is developing include depression, anxiety, irritability, suspiciousness, blunted or flat or inappropriate emotion, changes in appetite, changes in thinking, difficulties in concentration or attention, a sense of alteration to ones self or the outside world, odd ideas and unusual perceptual experiences. Some behavioural symptoms can include sleep disturbance, social isolation or withdrawal and/or reduced ability to carry out work and social roles.

My tongue were concealed by a blanket of splinters, creating a nest on our mouths. I knew I wasn't the only one who had this because the others were complaining as well. Any speech that came out my mouth was planted into a bubble. A bubble that jammed my speech, making it extremely hard to speak clearly. The food provided was basic and bland. "Maconchie's meat stew and hard biscuits" it was called. It consisted of cows fat and a tomato sauce(with some hard crackers on the side). Some said it tasted like pigs eye mashed with a vegetable, I think it tastes like under cooked beef drenched with a cold tomato sauce. My taste buds went numb because of the splinters but every drop that we actually tasted was a drop of bittersweet reality. I could taste the revolting, rotting, repulsive bile coming out of our friends open wounded bodies after carelessly touching

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x-ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me.

“His interest in insanity and premature burials shows the morbid quality of his mind” (Wilt). Written by the infamous Victorian-era poet Edgar Allan Poe, “The Cask of Amontillado” is a classic example of the distinct, gothic trademark for which Poe is known. It tells the story of a man named Montresor who enacts revenge on his “friend” Fortunato by tricking him with a promise of a prized wine called Amontillado and burying him alive, a method used very often by Poe in his works ("Buried Alive!" 11). The foreshadowing, irony, and imagery in Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Cask of Amontillado” are used to illuminate the vengeful side of human nature.