Red Chief-Personal Narrative

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

I am inquiring about any possible positions you may have available at Camp Red Frog in Chicago. I’ve routinely checked the job postings on the website for around a year, because I wanted to get a head start while I was still in college to see the requirements. Most job postings appeared to require multiple years of experience within the respective field. As a recent graduate from the University of Delaware this spring, I currently do not have the necessary years of experience. However, I am committed to this company for all it has given to me, and was curious if there were any other possible employment possibilities? I noticed on the webpage for job listings it mentions there are internships and temp positions offered as well. I am signed up for job alerts from Red Frog, but have not seen a listing for either of those opportunities. Is there a way I may apply for one of those positions, or are there any openings for fulltime work without the experience requirement? I am hoping to get my foot in the door, and hopefully begin working towards a career with Red Frog.

This was the last town we had to cover. I whooped as it came into sight. One more town and then I could go home to my dear ol’ ma and pa, my Louise. Everyone was optimistic, laughin’ and messin’ around, ready to go home.

Have you ever met someone so stubborn that obsesses over any petty problem and can never admit to be wrong? If the word that comes to mind is uptight then YES! I’ve been called that all my life, I’m not proud of it but I also hate to admit it. On the other hand I’m at least trying to mend my ways, since I have noticed that it has only gotten me into trouble. Thus, I consider myself a step ahead of Mattie since she can't move on from the stage of denial. I was also told by my dad I was probably never getting married and I was okay with that as a tom boy at the age of thirteen. But then I met boys and quickly changed that perspective, still Mattie never did- not even at fifty years old! Does that

I was plunged into what I equate with the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean. I spent months, years even, quite literally, drowning. I didn’t  just have cramps; I had what felt like a caged bird inside of me, feral and flapping its wings in a frenzy of feathers. I didn’t just feel senses of sharp pain; I had what felt like a neurological Star Wars of cataclysmic proportions exploding inside me, with eternal pinches, twitches, and electric-like shocks--deep and full, like a moan that always stays in a low octave. Sometimes, however, it was more of a burning sensation, like being pressed by a hot iron. Ironically, this invader's attack was invisible to the untrained eye.

Here in summit it's a peaceful town there is hardly any fight and next to no crime but the only distraction would be mr.dorset's son. that child of his is something else. His son likes to go by red chief oh can that boy stir up some trouble just last month he was using my cattle as target practice, red chief really does get on every folks bad side. but not here lately we haven't seen the little rascal there are rumors of him being held ransom i was just relishing my time of solitude i thought the kid would never be back here. but all that changed later last night when i was lying back in my on the porch I say around 10:00 or 11:00 pm i seen these three strange dark figures. two of them were tall but one short i didn't think much of it i was

While I was stacking cards I heard a bunch of people yelling “ he’s back, Red Chief is back!” The good and the bad things are 50/50, the good thing is that the parents of the spoiled trouble-making you call of a kid is reunited with him. The bad thing is that the people who dislike him the most has to deal with his nonsense again, I ignored the message and went back to stacking my poker cards, you know, mining my own business. The next day, while I was sleeping I heard a loud and annoying noise that woke me up, so I rolled out of my comfy bed and search for the noise. I kept listening and searching everywhere, and by the time I step foot into the kitchen, there was something missing from there, if I remember correctly, there was supposed

The sun shined bright in the clearing, all was well in Thunderclan The warriors talked, and the apprentices wildly ran. Every cat thought it would be a great day, but that would change when they met a dismay.

It was a warm Summer night in July, when i finally laid my head on my pillow after a relaxing day. I had began to get used to my days being this peaceful. Usually i would be all wound up, worrying about the damage my next door neighbors son is causing. The little boy’s name is Red Chief, or should i say little monster because that’s what he acts like. As i laid in bed i thought that maybe i should mow my grass in the morning. I had just bought a new riding lawn mower, and i wanted to test it out. I would be able to do that now without Red Chief being in my way. So the next morning, i got up just as the sun rose to start my day. I continued my way to my garage where my new mower was so that i could mow the grass. As i approached the doors i

Last weekend, I was supposed to celebrate my friend Travis’s for his birthday and we are having an airsoft war. But, he was down at nationals in Kentucky shooting archery. My mom messed the date up and it turns out that it is this weekend. We went to Kaschmitters to pick out pigs for the Benton County fair, and I pick out a red pig. In my group, I was the only one that picked out a red pig out of the ten pigs. Then it was time to mow the lawn, which our yard is one acre. The grass was so tall on the mount, the lawnmower plugged and killed. After the lawn was mowed, I was able to bring home my dirt bike, and ride it around for a couple hours. I rode it in our yard, driveway, hay fields, and in the pit. My dirt bike was acting up, I think there

I charged forward, pushing my way through the other warriors. I clenched my teeth and growled as hard as I could, trying to send fearless vibes. On the inside I am terrified- why in Helheim would I ever sign up to do this, what if I don’t make it home to my family? Or worse… what if I get captured and tortured?

It all began when i was only 10, i was playing outside on a hot day while my parents were at work.It was like a million degrees outside and i didn't know what i was going to do . Then an hour of being outside in the scorching heat a man and women stopped in front of my house. They told me to come close so i walked up to the car curious about what they had to say. The man and the women asked me if i wanted some candy and a nice ride , i said sure and the man got out of the car and snatched me out of my shoes. I put up a fight , i didn't really know were i was going at the moment. Then the man through me in the car after he managed to calm me down . After a few minutes of struggling i finally gave in.The man drove

Just this senior year I made it to the world championship horseshow with my horse Chief. We’ve come a long way considering this is about only his fourth year being a western horse. In the world championship horse show only the top so many horses can come down, Chief and I were 15th in the world. The first show at the world championships I got on him and just started walking him around because I know he hates standing still for long periods of time and we have to halt in the show. Once they called for our class to enter the arena it was an exciting feeling, to finally of shown on the green shavings. We went down the shoot, he was really good, and once they called for the line-up I went in with another person from our barn so we started talking some. They called all the placements and we didn’t get a ribbon, but

Last night, I was awaken by a horrendous noise. I spied out the foggy window to see what was the problem. When I saw what was going on I couldn’t believe my eyes.I saw Red Chief breaking into someone's house trying to steal someone’s cat food. When he climbed out of the brown rusty window he came to my house to steal my bicycle.Thump! Red Chief had just fallen from my steps, so I ran down to the front door and chase him with a broom stick to petrify him away.When he saw me he ran as fast as a cheetah and had went into my barn where the cows were. He tumbled through the hay and tried to run, but I caught him before he could run again. I asked him, “ why did you steal my bike.” Red Chief said, I needed a transportation to get to my brother