Personal Narrative: The Saturni Lodge

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.

In the stories “Man in The Black Suit” and “Young Goodman Brown”, the authors show the effect of evil on innocence by using the Devil as a source of evil and the innocent faith of others being poisoned by his actions. In both stories the Devil is feared because of the frightening thought of his death touch corrupting minds. The characters encounter with the Devil left an imprint on them both mentally and physically that will forever be remembered. The Devil wanted to corrupt their minds and turn them towards evil by making them believe lies. The Devil’s evil intentions in the stories left a great impact on the characters both negatively and positively.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

Throughout my high school years, I have been apart of the Interact Club run by Rotary International. Several volunteer opportunities transpired from this experience, but I discovered a newfound interest in one of the encounters. Volunteering at the local Richmond Bethel Church for the organization Food4life, I was ecstatic once I began serving food, not only were there many familiar faces that came weekly, but there were much more that were in need of these charitable acts than I had anticipated. Having lived in Richmond my whole life, I was truly oblivious to the reality of poverty within it. Joining Interact Club was truly both uplifting and humbling and was a stark reminder of how vulnerable we all are to circumstances that can affect our

The road, or more appropriately, the path leading the town of Opal essentially consisted of dirt and jagged pebbles. Needless to say it wasn’t the most favored road amongst the neighbors, especially those with wagons as the wheels consisting of flimsier spokes would often break or create a hitch. I

Santiago de los Caballeros, that’s where my family is from in the Dominican Republic. Everything about it warms my heart just as much as its vicious sun does penetrating your pores until you’re almost sure they aren’t there anymore. My father’s side of the family had just come down from the Capitol, which is known to be ignorant and high maintenance despite being from a third world country. The Dominican air smelled earthy and damp, yet you could feel its purity in the pit of your lungs.We decided to sit down at a food truck area and eat the signature post-club, pre-hangover, Dominican sandwich: The Chimmichurri. It is nowhere near as disgusting as it sounds, I promise. As we made ourselves comfortable in our plastic chairs beside The Monument, we had a complete view of the lights scattered like a den of fireflies illuminating the city. I was lost within the laughter you find yourself in after one too many Red Rock sodas when our Haitian server approached us. He kept reading the menu off to us and I fell in love

As I road into town, brushing the dust off my Stetson, I sighed in relief. The dusty trails of Texas can really take a tole on a man. I was tired, and made my way straight to the Golden Coral Inn. I hadn’t heard much of the happenings of this town and was curious, but being a man of few words, I decided to just sit back in the lounge and listen to what was to be said. It was interesting, as talk up this way normally is. I heard there was a range war goin’ on a little ways out of town, between an old timer and a stronger, more powerful ranch. The bigger ranch, the Circle J, was wantin’ the land that the little ranch had. The littler ranch, the T Bar, wasn’t sellin’ though. He was gettin’ his cows rustled and every other dirty trick in the book. I was about to head up to my room when I heard a name that stopped me dead in my tracks: Tom Wesley.

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

The alluring Mead Valley; where there’s roadkill on every main road, starving dogs on your trail, and The Red Store where the whole town is acquainted with one another. Having a large family in a small house is not an uncommon occurrence, and with this sizable household, it’s evident that my mind and persona was shaped by many from a young age. My mom always advised me to be appreciative of the situation I was born into, because in the real world, when deprivation in any form struck me down, I would have the resources to get back up and labor through the rigorous times. I was disciplined through trial and error parenting. Instead of putting a stop to my mistakes completely, I was given the privilege to make my own decisions and learn from them,

I have heard from multiple persons that you can enter to medicine school liking one division but exercising another one, for now I want Family medicine, but I’m open to experience other branches. I have yet not had the opportunity to do shadowing and I know that that is one important step or part to explore the other branches of medicine. The Atlantis Program feels like a perfect place to help me get the feel of the future I’m fighting for not only for the physician part, but for the human part. From where I come from plenty of people say that physicians don’t feel human, that they feel like robots that mechanically see a patient, tell them what they got, prescribe something if its needed and dismissed them, they do not interact with them nor

between being defensive because you are standing up for yourself because you really didn’t do it and guilty defensive. Revern Paris was her uncle/caretaker and he could not believe that she would even dare to do witchcraft. He not only saw them dancing, but saw a person

Every summer my goes on vacation every summer in late july. We only go on vacation for only for a week or more. Most of our vacation is always out of houston. You can't much in Houston. We been to NY, Fl, Galveston,South padre island, we did a cruise to mexico, and been to the Great Wolf Lodge. If had to choose my best vacation. It would be going to Great Wolf Lodge.The Great Wolf Lodge is located in Grapevine,Tx that not far from Houston,Tx. Love going on road trips to Great Wolf Lodge. Great Wolf Lodge is a hotel with a lot of rooms plus an indoor and outdoor waterpark. Great Wolf Lodge is one coolest hotel to me. My mom let me bring a friend to the Great Wolf Lodge The person that i brought with me was Ja’Kobe. As soon we check in and

My grandpa and I were pretty close. We shared the same birthday, February 27th. From the stories I’ve heard, he kept telling my grandma how his granddaughter was born on his birthday. From the first time he held me, he had a connection to me. We called ourselves special friends. My 6th birthday was one of the greatest we ever shared. My whole family came over to celebrate and we had a tremendous time. It was time to cut the cake. When everyone finished singing he told me to blow out the candles. I asked him to blow them out with me but he explained that it was okay, he had enough birthdays by himself, so I could take over blowing out the candles. “No, this will always be our birthday.” I was six years old at that time but that’s the story my family tells me.

In Telling Stories by Mary Jo Maynes, Jennifer L. Pierce, and Barbara Laslett argue that personal narratives are important tool for research for understanding relationship of people and that event in history. Personal narrative should be based on evidence. The challenges historian face in the use of personal narrative are the use of personal narrative in the social science and history relationships between omdviual and social has been a problem of perennial concern to social scientist and humanities alike. Another challenge is understanding human agency as simultaneous individual and social has theoretical and methodical argument in west social science. authors understand individual and social plus its analysis and founding theoretical background