Personal Narrative: My Life In Montana

Our relationship began like very few relationships do, on Facebook. In June of 2009, after I had been accepted into a Fall 2009 freshman class, a boy said hello in a message and a 4-page paper could not even touch the surface of our relationship in those past 2 years, but I will do my best to explain as much as possible. Over the next few months, the

One summer my parents informed my brother Ben and I we were going on a trip to Yellowstone National Park. I had never been so excited for anything in my life. I had a passion and love for nature, and being that Yellowstone had some of the most beautiful and interesting geological features on Earth, I knew I would have a blast. They said we would be going in a few weeks, and I literally couldn’t wait. I kept asking questions upon questions, and finally, my dad just got annoyed. “Go research it, Juliette.” He said. “The internet will know more than I do.” I took his advice and went to research Yellowstone.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

Being from rural Mississippi, people from other states assume that we know very little about what goes on outside our state let alone our own town. In a way, I can see why, but glad I am one of the ones who, thanks to my family, have an idea of a world larger than my town. I am from a family of six consisting of my mother, father, step-mother, brother, and identical twin sister. We did a lot of traveling when growing up normally traveling out of state even if just for weekends. My interest in other cultures and languages came from my family, especially on my mother’s side where I members who traveled out of country for work and would bring us back clothes, books, or other souvenirs. My dad did not do as much traveling as my mom and had not

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

Everyday gets harder and harder to survive. The storms are getting worse. They make my husband's farm all dry. It’s very hard to find food when we can’t grow our food either. The stock market just crashed a few years ago and everything is just getting worse. Everyone in our little town in Kansas is struggling it's not just our family. Last week the dust got so bad outside we were trapped inside our house for almost two days. The wind would be so strong and the heat would also be so bad it would burn our skin if we went outside. I know the whole town is struggling even though I haven’t been outside for a few weeks. We lost all our chickens from the wind. I wonder if anyone else has lost any of their animals too? If my family was strong enough

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.

When I was one, I couldn't do half the amount of activities and operations I could do today. This is how I've grown to eleven and predictions on what it will be like in ten years.

I am a South Dakota girl through and through. I grew up in Clark and haven’t been far away from there since graduating in 1993. I attended SDSU where I started as a music major and quickly learned that I was not meant for that classroom. My high school English teacher gave me some excellent advice during Christmas break of my freshmen year, and I never looked back! In my 16 years as an educator, I have taught a wide range of ELA, Speech, Journalism, and History classes to 7-12 grade students in a number of A and B schools in the Watertown area. I have landed back home at CHS where I have taught 9-12 ELA/Speech and K-4 PE for the last four years.

He shot his shot or as most people would call it getting my number. We hung out that day in my car in the Starbucks parking lot. He wanted to learn about my past. No fancy date just sitting in my car and this became a reoccurring theme. Butterflies filled my stomach because let’s be honest this was Grant Holloway. We set up plans for the next night after track practice and we wound up in front of Dollar Tree talking in the car – understand the theme. We continued talking keeping our “friendship” on the down low. One chilly morning we woke up at the crack of dawn and shared a beautiful sunset together. We captured the sunset on snapchat and one of my more un-loyal friends put two and two together. She was close with his ex and word got out to her. The ex interrupted the flow but we just learned to have fun with the time we had. I went to his state’s track meet with my parents. I was forever proud of his accomplishment because this was his big year. Indoor Nationals were rolling around and this marked the longest time we would be apart. We set up a mini-date at Sweet Frog around the closing so we took the frozen yogurt to go. He will tell me this was his favorite moment before one of the biggest days of his

Montana represents hardships or struggles; the characters try to get away from Montana to escape their troubles. “She wants to get out of Montana as quickly as possible” (97). In section two, Mrs. Little Soldier quickly leaves Montana after the death of her daughter. This represents a theme of characters seeing Montana as a reminder of their hard times. David’s family leaves Montana after Frank kills himself to escape the Hayden name.

I am from Bozeman Montana Where I have lived my whole life I am from the tiny black archery targets That I shoot my fun camo bow at every day! I am from the cold morning “wake up’s” That tell me it's time to stalk monstrous elk. I am from coming home to my fluffy loving puppy And a warm mug of hot coco with fluffy marshmallows.

Agony ripped through my insides like a disease. My great grandmother died in the winter of 2014. She lived in Kansas at the time but my great grandfather died and found his final resting place in South Dakota. Since South Dakota lies so far north, during the winter a permafrost covers the ground making a burial impossible. So, to bury my great grandmother with my great grandfather, my family cremated her to bury the couple together.

Growing up in Montana was a truly remarkable experience. The locals in Missoula were very friendly and humble, in fact most Missoulians were willing to lend a helping hand if someone needed it. I went to high school in Victor, a small town where everyone was eccentric and closely knit like a family. We had a pizzeria that we would stop by for lunch called Cowboy Troy's. They sold the best gourmet foods I have ever had. Depending on the day they sold a variety of tasty foods such as fire baked pizzas, euros, crispy potato chips, and a dozen different flavored hot wings. Cowboy Troy's was half bar and half diner, so you could pick and choose your atmosphere if you wanted to.