Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Chickasaw Cultural Center

During September the year 2014, my family and I took a 2 day trip to Dollywood. I was just eight years old at the time. That drive took us 12 long hours long because of car problems. Finally at 10 o'clock at night, we sluggishly dragged our extremely tired selves into the comfort of our soft beds in the hotel. The next morning, we drove over to the park and just past the entrance was a special place where you can get measured and given a color coded bracelet that would let you and others know what rides you were tall enough to ride. I was so excited because I was finally tall enough to get an orange bracelet, which meant I could ride most of the rides. After riding the smaller rides with my younger siblings, my mom wanted to take me on a

We were now in Missouri I was so excited because I had never been to Missouri before everyone didn’t understand why I was so excited because it was just Missouri, but it was a new place to me. It was lunch time, so we stopped in Kansas City, Missouri at Burger King. Burger King was not prepared for that many people at once, all twenty-seven of us walked in, and their mouths just dropped, but they got us through the line efficiently, and we were off again. Our destination for the night was Evansville, Indiana so our bus driver was to the point where if you had to go hold it as long as you could because every time we stopped that was just later it put us in Indiana. We stopped for a few more times and then we were in Mt Vernon, Illinois which

Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.

“Everyone, please calm down.” His words could not be heard over the loud voices of the

I found this field trip to be not only informative, but a fascinating insight into the Cherokee culture. Everything was so authentic and the people who were in charge of the museum and events seemed so passionate about teaching others the history of the Cherokees. Getting to see and talk to people who still uphold their native traditions and keep the culture alive was amazing. From the demonstrations of traditional games, to learning how to make pots from natural materials, I really got a sense of what it was like to live in a Cherokee village. Not only the visual aspect was inspiring, but they way they talked about their heritage and how proud they were to call themselves Cherokee was amazing. There was a true sense of family and community that was an

I am from Alabama aka AL, but I live in Colorado now. When I was down there I lived in a small town that is called Frisco City, Al that has trees everywhere and there are lakes everywhere too. I loved everything about my hometown, but I had to leave my home because I was young and dumb. Also I wanted to see a new place. When someone asked me why I left AL I told them why. I have been in CO for 1 year and I like the jobs here and the education is great. I really miss my family and my hometown, so I wanted to go back home to see my family because I haven't seen them in a year. That's why I am telling you about my trip back home.

On the fifteenth of this month I went to the Arizona Military Museum. It is located within the Papago park military reservation off of McDowell in Phoenix. I went to it with my brother and his girlfriend. The museum had so much to look at since there was artifacts from so many different wars. Some of the wars on display were the: Mexican-American War, World War I, World War II, Vietnam War, Global War on Terrorism, and Iraq War. There were displays going back as far as the Spanish colonial period to the present. All of the displays were filled with artifacts such as: guns, ammo, uniforms, communication devices, knives, explosives, and medical equipment. They even had a helicopter and jeep from the Vietnam war. I had expected the museum to be

I had been wanting to visit the Palmer Memorial Institute since Professor Porter mentioned it in class because Sedalia is not far from where I live. Today, I finally got the chance to visit. I actually enjoyed walking around this historic site more than I thought I would. The first plaque I read was on that described the origins of the Palmer Memorial Institute. The school was previously named Bethany Institute and was founded by American Missionary Association in 1870. Not too long after, in 1902, the AMA was forced to withdraw its limited financial support. Because of this, Charlotte Hawkins Brown courageously reopened the school in the fall of 1902 and renamed it the Palmer

My experience to the Dallas Museum of Art was a bit different from the last time I had attended the museum. I was curious to see what pieces of art there would be and if it would be the same as the previous visit which was long ago, but to me all the pieces of art were so different and very interesting. It may have been because I saw all the pieces in a new perspective since learning about the different types of paintings there can be and knowing how and where sculptures come from. Even though I do not know much of art I really gave it a try into seeing what the artist may have wanted us to get out of his work. By reading a view of the chapters made me aware of art, I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but it was actually nice knowing that a

If I had a ticket in my hand, I could travel to Nigeria to get in touch with my native culture or to Mecca to get in touch with my spiritual side, but I would rather travel to a place that is surrounded by the elements that I am passionate about. It turns out that music and black culture are such elements that I am passionate about. Therefore, if I had a ticket in my hand as if this very moment, I would be on the next flight to Atlanta, Georgia.

I usually love the service I get from Kalamazoo 10 theater, but this last visit has made me never want to take my business here again. The online website said there was a 10:00 pm showing of The Boy. We should up to find the showing is canceled for another movie. We ask for tickets for the 12:15am showing and are told they can not guarantee us the showing will not be canceled again for Deadpool. I'm very disappointed to wait around late at night just to be told our movie will be canceled for another movie. I should have just taken the extra drive and gone to Celebration Cinema. It's just disappointing to have a whole evening wasted waiting around for a "maybe"

The two celebrations I went to were different in a few ways. I go to a Church called ‘Cottonwood Church’. It is a Non-Denominational Protestant Church that some may refer to as a mega church. It's a big church, but it feels like family. The Catholic Church is very repetitive and mundane to me. My church is much more lively and makes you excited to go to church every week. I go to church three times a week: Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’m not sure Ill go back to being Catholic anytime soon.

Over the course of writing and taking pictures for my photojournalism blog, I encountered many transitions within myself. These evolutions that had taken place at each place I visited helped, me think and obtain a new perspective. These miniature epiphanies came from the people and the scenery from the areas.

If I could go back to a past experience in my life, I would choose to go back to my trip to Atlanta, Georgia. I went with my parents and my best friend, Maria. We did so many fun and exciting things together. We went go karting, to the Atlanta Aquarium, to an animal safari, and many more places. This trip was probably one of my favorites because I was with one of my best friends. Maria and I have been very close friends since sixth grade. We grew up playing volleyball together and then ended up going to the same church. She’s like a sister to me, my dad even calls her his second daughter.

Growing up in my hometown of Charleston, Arkansas was quite the experience. I can remember many fond memories of my growing up here. For instance, the many summers where my Grandpa took me and my sister fishing at our pit. Or the many camping trips I've been on with my family. I can even recall being a little girl and helping feed calves on my Grandpa's Dairy Farm, McCartney