Personal Narrative: Tall Dale

Most people in America have never thought about where their food comes from or even talked to a farmer or rancher. Of that handful who have, even fewer have ever stepped foot onto a farm or ranch.The film “Farmland” takes an interestingly angled look into the lives of six farmers and ranchers in their twenties who are all entirely responsible for their operations. This paper takes a more in-depth look at three; Ryan Veldhuizen, Sutton Morgan, and Margaret Schlass.

Alex, Bill, Carl, and Devon have inherited an organic farm from their father and are interested in restructuring the company to a different business form. The four siblings have no desire to take part in the day-to-day operation of the farm, but they have a cousin named Xavier that is willing to oversee operations. Xavier has been the father’s protégé for the past five years and has fallen in love with farm life. He will continue to manage the operations of the orchard, vegetable gardens, grain fields, trout pounds, poultry operation, as well as the fall corn maze and pumpkin patch that have been a staple in the community for years. The five family members are all

“The first time I made a crop on my own was in 1966, I was 22 years old and my uncle had just had a heart attack,” Becton said. “He knew I was looking to get started farming and decided to lease me 230 acres.”

Our Story of Connie’s growth begin in mid-summer, her best friend’s father dropped them off at the shopping plaza all day and didn’t have to worry about them bugging him anymore. They usually went across a highway to

When Dale accepted the position as coach and history and civics teacher thought he would be welcome with open arms. When he got to the high school he stop a teacher to ask her where the principal office was, she told him that the office was up the stairs and she thought they were hiring a younger person to be the head coach. As she proceed to question him he interrupts her question by stating this felt like an interview and he thought he already had the job. The teacher did not like his response and walked off. Dale showed the teacher and the townsmen that he was not a person that was going to take orders from them when it came to the basketball team. The townsmen corner Dale

I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got

Gun shots, car alarms, sirens from police cars or ambulances, and hustlers and gangsters yelling under my window are what I remember hearing every night growing up in Washington, D.C. Trying to raise a young male was hard, especially coming from the 8th ward projects of Green Valley Avenue. My father, Gary W. Hodnett Sr., was able to raise five children with all of these negative distractions that our community dealt him. He is the most significant person in my life, and I admire him so much. He has taught me so much about becoming a man and raising a family. I think my father was a fantastic provider, a great teacher, and a wonderful spiritual leaders and I wouldn’t change nothing about him.

I am not sure if you remember me or not but my name is Tanner Steineke and I was a senior last year at West Central. I took dual credit courses through Southeast Technical Institute during the first semester and in order for USD to accept the transcript I need a high school counselor’s signature on the attached form. If you have the time, would you please sign/fill out the bottom portion of the attachment?

Hello, I am Tanner Jones but at home I am called Theo. I am dominantly African-American but, I am also French on my dad side of the family. I can speak a good amount of French but, being raise with Deaf and hard of hearing friends I am not just fluent at English but also in sign language. Also I am Dyslexic and have ADHD, so I am not a big fan of reading or writing.

June of 2017 I qualified for the World Junior for the fourth year in a row. However, this year was different. This year I got to play Torrey Pines. Torrey Pines is the most beautiful golf course I have ever played and it is my favorite place to be. During the World Junior I learned a lot about myself and made some really good friends in the process.

It was a seemingly ordinary California night—warm and peaceful— as I turned a corner and walked down a street of makeshift tents, the only place hundreds of men, women, and children could call their homes. The smell of alcohol and trash was overpowering. Used needles and garbage were everywhere. People picked through the trash searching for anything that could keep them alive. The street was eerily quiet as everyone kept to themselves. These people were suffering, and I could not bear to watch any longer.

I am Taylor Parks. I’m from Knob Noster and I live at home because my house is not too far from campus. My Major is Early Childhood education and my minor is in Childhood and Family Development. My hobbies consist of Netflix, YouTube, softball, color guard, and watching lots of Baseball. I am a huge royals fan, my family and I regularly attend Royals games. I love all things Captain America, but my favorite character from the comics/ movies is The Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes. I belong to a few fandoms such as The Harry Potter, Supernatural, and American Horror Story fandoms. In Harry Potter my favorite character is Draco Malfoy, in Supernatural my favorite character is none other than Dean Winchester but Sam is a close second, in American

Do you remember me? I was looking through some boxes of photos and came across several of you . Around the same time, LinkedIn sent a notice to me that David Deering was having a work anniversary. When I reached out to him I asked if he ever heard from you. He replied that he had not heard from “our friend Pablo Jato” but no doubt, he was doing something interesting. So I Googled your name thinking I might find you on Facebook. Oh my gosh, I have been reading articles and watching videos about El Espejo del Arte and, of course, interviews with the famous Mexican director Pablo Jato. Congratulations on the success of your thought-provoking, and to some provocative, documentary. The fact that distribution was blocked lends support to your

One day a man named Tyler Dawson was on trip to Chicago for vacation. He decided that he would go camping it was during the winter he was prepared and had his equipment with him. It was a bright peaceful day and snow was everywhere, it was very quiet and relaxing. He decided to go further into the woods, he traveled to a part of the woods that no one ever ventured too. It was always very dangerous to go further into the woods, but he was prepared any decided to go venture off. As he was venturing it started to get darker and colder. As he was getting flashlight from his bag he heard a cracking noise. He shouted “is anyone there” with no reply.

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.