Powwow Trail Narrative

When I was very young, my parents would take me and my sister to powwows, which are Native American social gatherings. Singing, dancing, and feasting are all characteristic of the powwow, as powwows serve as a means of experiencing Native American culture. During my time at the powwow held at UCSD, I served as an audience member for many of the traditional Native American performances. Through the viewing of these performances, I gained much insight into their symbolism and significance, and I was also able to contextualize some topics discussed in the course.

As I lay there in the sand, the burning pain surging from where the surprisingly sharp-edged seat - that in a twist of tragic irony was the very same vehicle I attempted to draw satisfaction from - had dug into my legs, I mulled over what put me in that position. I was in Ottawa on holiday, the city before this city in which my life was idyllic, where I was surrounded by who I once considered to be lifelong friends playing in the park with me, enveloped in a deep passion for the place where I was born and my family still lived happily together. Being uprooted and haphazardly transported to a city seemingly an entire world away with only one of my rocks to rely on for reasons not entirely known to me was a horrible experience, and I fell into a deep depression when I made it here to Edmonton. I looked upon the dullness and unfamiliarity of oil country and compared it to the manicured government town that was the Ottawa I had so many fond memories in and found it falling hopelessly short; I then retreated back into those memories as a refugee. I grew older of course, and over time I began to create new memories and nurture a different kind of love for Edmonton and Alberta. Yet when I returned to Ottawa, and reconnected with old friends and family members I began to wonder just how different my life could’ve been if I stayed in Ottawa, if I didn’t have to dissolve old bonds to forge new ones or waste time wallowing in self-doubt over my parent’s separation. Would I

So we set off to the campsite only a 10-15 minute drive from Ben nevis for the weekend. It was a beautiful campsite with extraordinary views and lovely people. I was very anxious, but my dad made sure to reassure me that I could achieve anything and take as many stops as I needed. I didn’t sleep well that night too many thoughts

Postmedia News released an article named "A Tribe Called Red Bring Culture, Politics to Club Music" in November 5, 2012 by a Stuart Derdeyn. The article presents a view into the underground world of "Pow Wow Step", which is a recently new trend in genre due to the popularity of electronic music .This recent genre is presented by a group named in the title, A Tribe Called Red (or ATCR) are involved in the intricacy of traditional views of Native culture and contemporary views, which incorporates both of these elements by having the perspective of the concept that culture has to evolve with the change that we have in our modern era.

Nunna dual Isunyi, the “Trail Where We Cried,” is what the Cherokees call one of the darkest chapters of American history (Pritzker). Despite the Native Americans adopting a great deal of white American customs and European-style economic practices, yet they were removed from their homelands and relocated to state reserves due to the ideology of manifest destiny and the insatiable American greed. The main victims were the Five “Civilized” Tribes: Choctaw, Seminole, Creek, Chickasaw, and Cherokee.

Eucalyptus Grove comes alive with the beat of the drums, sending chills of power trickling down your spine. All around you are people, over 30,000 weaving in and out of over 100 booths. Despite the tickle of your nose from the dust kicked up by the passionate dancers in the arena, you are greeted by the smell of foods representative of different tribes. The crowd is colorful in dress, face and purpose; the songs represent and evoke different emotions. You have just entered the Stanford American Indian Organization’s Annual Pow Wow.

After we went on the Polly Woodside we went to the Yarra river. The Aboriginals call it Birrarung Marr because that's the rivers original name. When we walked around the river he showed us how to cut out blades from the tree. He showed us that the white things that are on the that look like spider webs is actually sap aboriginals said that it was like sugar. We even got to taste it! Then we went in a building that has all of the things that aboriginals use to use to hunting and play with. For example a possum ball that children use to play with and aboriginals use to paint a leaves, but as always it was time to say goodbye to Birrarung Marr.

Then we took a walk through Sievers, which is the woods on one side of camp. In the woods we looked for the lost cabin and were told the story about what the Indians did to the kids in the lost cabin. After that we went to supper, had cabin time, and got to know eachother better. Then we had campfire and my first ever serious Devos, which was amazing. The second day I wanted to wake up early to go do early morning clubs, but I was so tired that I fell back asleep. I was woken up again for breakfast later and went on to the rest of the day. The first full day of camp I swam during the entire freetime.

Trail of tears is a very devastating story. It's about Indians who were driven out of their homes. Not just by any soldiers but by the federal government. On the other hand, they've been planning to take them out for a long time. This story is sad because it's a battle that the Native Indians completely lost.

We got there like around 3:00pm.Frist we set up are tents then,we went to go get wood to start a fire to get the food ready.My brother and me went to go help my tia cook food.Then,we went to my tio and we help him set the tents up.We all sat down and we started making up jokes after we ate smores.Each morning we will go walk through the woods with my tia and my tio.

About 10 years ago, my family and i took a vacation to Alberta where we stayed at a horse ranch. It was all nice and cozy and relaxing until...

Through my piece I wanted to try and to do what Burroway said by when the room is set up to do a Panorama. That the writer should show the tone in the environment, what everything looks like and how that makes others feel. For example in the “At The Dam” story, how they describe the Boulder City being ambient of a new city, shows how the past is being rebuilt into the new. In my piece I wanted to sort of recreate that, to use how the environment can affect the mood. For example how neutral tones create a calm atmosphere. I believe my strengths in this piece would be my descriptions of the room, I believe the way I used the senses bring the reader in. What I definitely lack in the piece is the conflict, I tried to make it seem as though Elle

friend and finally her Grandmother to ask them for jingles to sew on her dress.

To begin, Kamari and I thought it would be a blast to drive around town to see interesting places in Sioux City. Kamari asked for permission from our parents and they were totally acceptable with the idea. I thought going with just Kamari would be a little less fun, so my two sisters Keysha and Teara decided to tag along. As soon as we walked outside, it was very sizzling and humid so Kamari stopped at Starbucks to get some refreshing drinks.

Spending quality time with family is one of my favorite childhood memories, whether it was spending time outdoors, playing ping pong, or watching a movie. My most meaningful family memory came from our vacation to Colorado back in 2004; yes, 2004. Although I don’t remember all of the events that transpired, I’m able to recall most of the memorable events that took place. It was a cool, misty morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, and I could distinctly hear the unmistakable elk calls that echoed through the mountains. The breeze gently scraped my face as I got into the car to begin the first day of our family vacation in Colorado. I could hear the car tires gently humming on the road during this cool, foggy, Colorado morning. As I looked past the lanky pine trees, glistening drops of dew formed on the tall grass, dancing with the wind. As we moved further down the road, I could see the tip of the sun barely begin to peek over the steep, snowy mountain peaks; however, the sun was soon covered by the misty Colorado clouds. This was it: our family vacation!