Essay on Personal Narrative: My Trip to Moscow

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

In the 7th grade I had a crush on my history and geography teacher, Ms. Nail. She was in her early to mid twenties, slim and attractive, I thought she could be Jackie Kennedy's sister.

It is 1945 and some of my generation has already arrived, with more yet to come. The month is June and I just arrived. President Truman is in office. The war in Europe just ended, and the war with Japan is about to end. The Cold War has started but it will be two years before they officially call it the Cold War. In case you were wondering that is me in the carriage, as you can see I am not really too concerned about world events as of yet. I’m pretty sure that the rest of my generation isn’t either. It is also my guess that we won’t be for a while. However, as I said history is relevant and many world events will take place in the next nineteen years that will lead some of us toward war, and others toward what I believe to committing the unforgivable crime of treason.

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

example of how life was in Russia by talking through the story and reflecting her experience

“Hold it!” I screeched. I rose the rifle, pressing the stock against my shoulder. His ripped uniform was deep, blood red. The patch on his shoulder flashed the marking of the Soviet Union, sworn enemies to the Fourth Reich. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. “State your name!” I demanded. His head was bowed with his hands held up in surrender. My finger stiffened against the trigger. One shot in his skull would end his pathetic life and make my country safer without another Soviet soldier.

In conclusion I have learn a lot of things about the culture of this country. From its background, to the people, the Geographic’s, currency, food etc. Studying this country has made me excited about visiting it and

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

I hated that stupid rock. I couldn’t move it, climb over it, or swim through the river around it. That wouldn’t count. Part of me hoped that the rock would tip over and fall into the water so I could laugh as it tumbled away, but I knew I couldn’t be that lucky. I wanted to kick it halfway across the globe or punch it up until it was nothing but rubble. I couldn’t though, because it’s a rock, I’m a human and human-rock relations just don’t work that way. Maybe I would get lucky and someone from Romania would randomly decide to make a display of gigantic stones from around the world. I wondered if the rock would pity me and move out of the way if I cried. But it’s a rock, rocks don’t seem to have emotions.

Time itself was frozen. Yesterday was cold, but not like this. Now, it is almost zero. I stepped across the carpeted floor as the support wood creaked under thermal contraction. The staircase shivered as I descended. No one was there except for an old wooden table and a fork. Slowly sliding across the frozen floor, I navigate the dark maze of hallways that is my first floor. I grab my ski jacket, put on my boots and slide outside without a sound. No one is anywhere, and as far as my family is concerned, I am still asleep. I begin to work at creating my arsenal. I mobilize for a total war.

I feel safe to leave my door unlocked when leaving my house . . . at daylight.

It was one of me, against an army of them. The tall humanoid beings were swarming the objective in packs. There was no hope of victory, with all of my companions either incapacitated or deceased, but I was the only thing between them and the objective, I wasn’t going to survive, I knew that, but the lab’s safety was our nation’s last hope, so I charged.

A country’s national culture dictates almost everything that is done on a daily basis within that specific country. Everything from the way people eat, the way they speak and the holidays they celebrate are all dictated by these established beliefs and traditions. Culture can be described as “the characteristic way of behaving and believing, that a group of people have developed over time and share in common” (Tarique). This can be easily

When we hear the term Russian culture many Americans tend to have negative thoughts like the cold war, their government ruling with an iron hand, and the Red Scare. These thoughts do not do the justice to the Russian people or to their long history as a people dating back to INSERT DATE. One of the major themes throughout Russian history and this course is the idea that the Russian people value intangible things more than the tangible. The Russian people have a long rich heritage, they are deep in there Christian faith, and they pride themselves on hospitality and value there community, families, and fellow Russian people. They have learned how to sacrifice from the constant invasions and being forced farther and