Personal Narrative: My Visit To The Swedish American Museum

The artifact represents personal objects and meaningful moments, person influence on our own life. This is one of the assignment in our program to share our artifacts toward our colleagues and professors. This will take in more about different culture, uniqueness, identity and values of our schoolmates and how they reflected in their life.

Wicklund’s I looked forward to this trip every single year. Driving to get there was almost better than the camping trip itself. The road had big hills that made your stomach drop on the way down, and I always pretended I was on a roller coaster. At the top of one of those hills, there was a wooden sign, painted brown with yellow letters, all in capitals, that said “WICKLUND’S CAMPGROUND”. The driveway was a simple, downhill dirt road that had a bend at the bottom of the decline. Driving around that corner, you could always see the lake sparkling through the thin line of trees because the sun was always shining. It was cloudy that day.

While some may view museums as homes of the dusty, decrypt, and decaying, I think back fondly to the memories I've made in them. When I was four and living in a small apartment in Shaker Heights, Ohio, my father would take me to the Cleveland Museum of Rock and Roll on the weekends when he wasn’t busy working on his MBA at Case Western Reserve University. Every time we visited, I would tell my father that I would grow up to be just like Elvis, to which he would laugh and scoff affectionately. When we moved to Glen Allen, Virginia when I was six, we would occasionally drive up to Washington, D.C. to the Smithsonian Museums. On some Saturdays, we would walk for hours through the halls of art I didn't understand (and still don’t really understand) at the Museum of American Art. On other Saturdays, we would go to the Library of Congress, where I would press my forehead against the glass of the observation deck—much to the dismay of security guards. But perhaps the most significant "museum" I've been in is just a short three-minute drive or seven-minute walk from my suburban home: the Twin Hickory Public Library.

For my pilgrimage, I chose to go to the Burke Museum to see the piece of art that inspired the Seahawks’ logo. On our way to the museum, we encountered some challenges. For instance, my pilgrimage group almost got in a car accident while exiting I-5. Additionally, it was very difficult to get to the Burke Museum on time, because we had underestimated the amount of traffic and the amount of time it would take to find parking. It is ridiculous how parking around the Burke Museum costs $15 and entering the Burke Museum, as a student, costs $7.50. I was disappointed at the total cost of entering the Burke Museum. Often, museums are the best place to learn and it frustrates me that not everyone will have the opportunity to appreciate history. Through the increased cost of gaining knowledge, society has made learning selective and optional.

My family moved to Brooklyn when I was six years old. One of my earliest memories was my father taking my sisters and me to the Brooklyn Public Library at Grand Army Plaza. To us it was much more than a trip to the library; it was an adventure. One cannot go to the library and not visit the Botanical Garden, the Brooklyn Museum, the Soldiers and Sailor’s Arch or last and my personal favorite the Garden of Eden. At least that was what I called it at the time. It wasn’t until my recent trip did I realized it was called the Bailey Fountain... Who knew?

The trip to Washington DC was an amazing experience. Being my first time at Washington, I found it very interesting. I really liked the museums and the all the memorial we went to, but my favorite was the Holocaust museum. The Holocaust in is important history that everyone should know about because it involved millions of people. Because of the Holocaust, millions of blameless people who were Jewish, died. The Museum is divided into three parts which are the Nazi Assault, Final Solution, and the Last Chapter. Each floor explain the steps by which a group becomes the target of discrimination, persecution and violence.

When I was a junior we had a huge project for my U.S history class and it happened to be our final. I actually achieved greatly in other projects before that and felt confident in achieving our final. Our teacher recommended partners and actually enforced it. I held my pride and told her I could still do it myself and she stuck to her command and I was forced to have a group. I believed that it is best to not rely on others for help to truly get something done. But when it came to actually doing the project I recognized where I was wrong. I couldn't do research, find artifacts, construct, and buy materials for the project all by myself. My teammates actually helped me find more concrete info for the project that really got us the A for the

An internship at the High Museum in the modern and contemporary department will help me gain experience working with works of art and working in a museum with other people. This will help with my future plans of working in education and research on art, whether that is in a university or museum setting. I want to be able to research art and tell people about my research, or just telling people about famous works of art. Ideally, I would work with both religion and art and how the two have influenced each other throughout history. Working in the modern and contemporary section would assist with this, as there is not always outright religious imagery, but religious themes are still prevalent in these works. I would like to work in a curatorial

April 8, 2017. This is the day that my mom and I went to the MVA, and I got my drivers permit. The excitement hit the day I had gone to get it. My cousin and sister had both told me that I wasn't well prepared and that I wouldn't pass the test. Little did they know that I would prove them wrong. All night I had studied and eventually I started to doubt myself. I felt like my cousin and sister were right about me not passing the test, but I prepared myself anyways. The morning of I had waken up early and began to study for yet another time. At around 12 p.m I gathered all the documents I needed and left my house. On the way to the MVA, I started to laugh and smile as I usually do when I get nervous. I went inside the building and stood in line

On Wednesday afternoon, February 25, 2016, I drove myself to the Michael C. Carlos Museum which is located on the campus of Emory University in Decatur, Georgia for my second encounter report for HUMN1303. A day that had started out as a warm, albeit grey, winter morning had rapidly descended into a raw, windy and wet winter afternoon with a cold wind whipping around buildings, slicing through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. It put me in a bad mood as I detest cold weather. The approximately 6.5 mile drive from the Clarkston campus of Perimeter College a division of Georgia State University was fairly straightforward and without too much traffic via North Decatur Road. After driving onto the Emory University campus, I followed signage pointing me towards the Michael C. Carlos museum and the Fishburne parking deck which was relatively full, but I was able to slide into a spot that was being vacated, interestingly, by the exact same make and model of my own car, a Volvo C70 convertible. The Fishburne parking deck is located a short walk away from the entrance to the Michael C. Carlos building. It was a quick walk across a lovely old bridge and into the lower level of the museum building,

The Nordic Heritage Museum was a lot more than I expected, I very much enjoyed it. I went a couple of weeks ago with some of my roommates and at the time they had Yulefest going on which was something very new to me, I had no clue what it was so I did more research on it and asked some of those who were there about it because there were many vendors there selling different products. The many exhibits that they had there were cool, there were many visuals its one of the better museums that I had been to. I believe that there were some things that have had an impact on American culture.

When I visited the De Young Museum, I found a lot of postmodernism architectures and sculptures. After took off the bus, the first sight is the full picture of De Young Museum and the twist tower. Through the analysis of the structure of twist tower, the designer cut off the entity, to add, to reshape and to deform the modeling. Then divided them into modules stratified, partially distorted, and eventually became a postmodern architecture. This is the so-called deconstruction. The main idea is to use nonlinear or non Euclidean geometry to form the deformation of the relationship between architectural elements.

My classmates and I have taken a trip to the Philbrooke Museum in Tulsa, OK. Mrs. Selby told all of us to stay together but my friend and I thought it would be a good idea to have a tour on our own. We walked all around the Museum and found the basement. It was dark through the hallway until we reached the underground basement. It was filled with ancient mummies. We got to looking around and started hearing loud strange noises; all of a sudden the lights went out. We couldn’t see a thing. The coffins that the mummies were kept in started shaking, we knew then that this wasn’t good. We started running for the door but we couldn’t get there in time. One of the mummies had us cornered. I was scared for my life. Then strangely, the mummy that

It is the second time I visit the Detroit Institute of Arts since I moved to Detroit in 2009. My first trip to the DIA it was around five years ago, and I was impressed by the size of the building and the architecture that makes for an excellent background to the diverse work of art that is within. The museum is holding a vast and significant art collection and artifacts from different periods. The D.I.A. is a great place to explore. The art is beautiful, the food is delicious, and the Kresge Court is a great spot to relax. After attending the Art Appreciation class, it had changed my views on art. Now I can understand and appreciate more the art collection and the beautiful sculptures. I found myself in there admiring the artwork more I than

Having lived in the Dayton area all my life, I have been to the National Museum of the United States Air Force many times on family outings, school fieldtrips, and just for fun. Usually I don’t spend much time in the Holocaust exhibit and instead walk through it on my way to my favorite galleries, like the research aircraft hangar and the spacecraft exhibit. However, this past weekend I finally gave the Holocaust exhibit some well-deserved time. Two things stood out to me as I made my way down the same hallway: one was the quilts hanging on a wall, and the other was the inconspicuous time-line that lined the bottom of a wall.