Personal Narrative: The Oldest Fish

This is a paper about the book Finding Fish: A Memoir, which was written by Antwone Fisher. By necessity given the nature of the book, the main character will be examined at length. Through careful examination of the main character a deeper understanding of the book can be reached. After the examination, a number of theoretical perspectives will be applied to the main character, as well as an explanation of how these perspectives can be used to evaluate Antwone in order to understand him better. The perspectives that will be used will be the strengths, systems, conflict, humanistic, and psychodynamic perspectives. Following the connection of the perspectives to Antwone, an explanation of why social workers use theories and

I went to the Amalfi coast for kayaking and it was amazing! Sunshine reflects over crystal blue sea beautifully. I’m so burned out and my arms will be sore tomorrow. It’s been three months since I last saw you and missed you already. I know I have not had a chance to email you back sooner. I have met passionate professors and they are wonderful! I always wish you were here, we can have fun together. I’ve traveled to Florence, Venice, Sardinia, Milan, Naples and now I’m going to Rome soon. I’m too excited to see the coliseum in person for the first time! People here are so friendly and we become good friends.

Age 14 I went fishing on the big lake, Me and my dad were on a big boat, we had 6 poles in the water

My brother hopped out and got a few rods and a tackle box out. “Come on, Jay is already at the end,” he said as he rushed to the entrance and paid 18$ for both of us to fish until 7 the next morning. I stepped onto the pier and was shocked to see so many people of all ages, sizes, races. The pier was old and worn out, creaking with each careful step I took. The shine of the moonlight reflecting off the pier and the water gave the pier a somewhat scary but welcoming feeling. We walked down to the very end and met up with Jay. He had a giant cooler filled with squid and other types of fish to use as bait, and a gigantic battle rod. “What’s up man?” Mitchell exclaimed and hugged Jay. “Ready to try to teach this little one how to fish?” my brother laughed as they both looked at me awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do. It was around six at night and the pier was still pretty packed, but people were starting to pack up and

We had a great…… brunch, Bryce had bear claws and of course the residents were happy.

In quite shock the narrator slowly pushes the rod close towards the stern. This decision seems like a wise idea in the panicking mind of the narrator. Though because of this action instead of removing the line from the water a large bass grabs hold of the line. He notices his rod bow but fortunately Sheila notices nothing. The bass is huge and would be one of the narrators biggest catches ever, unfortunately the narrator is with Sheila who finds fishing dumb. He resist the urge to pick up the rod. The fish holds tight to the line. The narrator does everything in his power to remove the fish with out letting Sheila know. He end ups having to cut the line of the rod and let the fish swim away. The whole night he had payed no attention to Sheila because he was worried about what she might think if she knew that he fished. Sheila later tells the narrator that he is a funny kid and that she is going home with Eric Caswell. The narrator later realized that because he cared what Sheila thought he lost a great catch and in the same night he lost Sheila because she was an aloof girl who cared more for the rich boy in the

In the short story, “Fish Story,” Rick Bass uses suspense and conflict to strengthen the plot. The father advised his ten year old son to keep watering the 86-pound catfish for the barbeque party later that evening. Throughout the day, many people come to see the “swollen, gasping grotesque netherworld” and “monstrosity” of a fish, including the family who caught the fish to repay their debt of $67 (Bass, 2009, pg. 1).

My most favorable event was when we did the scavenger hunt at The Riverquarium. I learned about a variety of species of fish. The Spanish Hogfish was one of them. The Hogfish lives in the Gulf of Mexico and is purple and yellow. In addition, there was the Blue Hole Springs. The Blue Hole had carp, bass, alligator snapping turtles, sunfish, and a sturgeon. The sturgeon was a black sturgeon. I noticed that it has sharp bone running along its back. The plaque stated the sturgeon uses those bones as a defense mechanism. For example, if another fish were to eat the sturgeon the bones will cut through the other fish.

I have been a sister all of my life, from when I walked my first steps, to when I drove for a car the first time. When those things happened, my brothers were there. They were there to help me up when I fell down, they were there to scream in the back seats while I drove them for the first time. But they didn’t always help me, they didn’t always care if I fell down, they wanted me to get up on my own. They would even push me down, to see if I could get back up. But I now realize, all those times they pushed me, pulled me, and shoved me down, I became the person I am today. I am able to defend myself, I am able to stand up for what I believe in (because of all the arguments), and I am able get back up, when everyone else is down.

Growing up in a small, close-knit town was a great experience. I was lucky enough to live on a block with many other kids, so there was always something going on. We would often gather in the cul-de-sac across the street for a game of soccer during the day or manhunt at night. In the winter, we would head down to the duck pond and spend our afternoons sledding down the hills or ice skating on the frozen pond. Hot summer days were spent splashing around the community pool. A select few would brave the high dive while the others looked up in amazement from below. Then we would hear a lifeguard announce, "Adult swim!" over the loud speaker which was our cue to hop out of the pool and head over to the snack bar. The thin crust pizzas were

Right when I arrived at the lake, a storm came and the lightning became too dangerous. This ended the night early, without even getting a bite. "There will always be another day" I told myself, as we headed back to the truck. A call from my grandpa one afternoon, led to the news that there were Channel Catfish stacked on a rock pile in the local area, which was definitely good news to

We stopped at a fisherman's shanty on the river and bought a pail of minnows. With these, our fishing tackle and lunch, we started up the river to an old ship yard. The docks and ships were falling apart. The fish like to stay around the old piling and sunken ships. We fished for a while but caught nothing. Then I wandered around into different spots. Finally I dropped my line right into a school of perch. I called my father and he came running. Between us we caught over thirty perch in less than a half hour. Of course my father caught the most. In the excitement the lunch blew into the river, as we had just

Everyday of my life was spent wading through tropical coral reefs, and searching for a deliciously plump shrimp to hunt down. After enjoying my full course meal, I would sunbathe in the light rays that beamed through the cool blue water. Finally, when the day had passed and the ocean became dark, a cozy rock would become my temporary shelter for the night. I would wiggle my way underneath it, carefully hiding my long curly tail so that no nocturnal predators perturbed my serene dreams transforming them into nightmares. Everything was perfect, except that this sea-stallion needed it’s sea-mare. You see, seahorses mate for life, so I had to be picky and choose the right one. But I knew once I found the right one, the rest of my life would be

Finally, the Saturday I’ve been waiting for… It was the very first Summer day after Pre-K. I woke up in the morning, eager for food. So I slided down the railing to get something to eat. Everything I saw looked like garbage. So, I crawled up to my brothers room. That was where all the good stuff was

We were all pumping our sweaty legs on this very hot day in Martha’s Vineyard. We were staying Massachusetts and went out to the island for the day. My family and I all rented bikes so we could ride around the island and enjoy the ocean view, and the pleasant breeze all over our bodies. Even though we had that breeze the temperature was still as hot as the blazes of hell.