Reflective Essay On My Hero's Journey

One weekend, my friend Hannah and I wanted to go on a quad ride during the night. It was during the summer and we were at Hannah’s house and we were bored. So we thought it would be a good idea to go for a ride, so we asked her step dad if we could and he said yes. We both thought it would be super fun to go for a quad ride. So, we get all geared up in proper clothing because it was cold out and off we went.

take to the hospital (or at least that's what my brothers tell me they are), and I want to watch out my window! Oh! And dad just came home from work in London! It's a little early for him to be home, so I'm going to go and ask him how his day was. *Walks to the dining area to ask how his day went* He says he felt really hot during his day and grew tired, and it turns out, he has a slight fever. I got to go and tend to him for a little while, see you

The hero’s journey can be found in ancient stories from thousands of years ago as well as present-day stories that may hit the big screen. The hero experiences a chain of events that gives he or she, typically a male, a title of “the hero”. The hero's journey begins with either an inner longing to go on a quest, or an exterior call that requires the hero’s help outside of the ordinary world. Heroes may, at first, refuse the call, or may respond to the call immediately. However, there is usually some resistance to the call because of the potential danger he or she could face from the unknown world. In most cases, a guide or a supernatural aid will direct the hero on the journey. In the hero's journey, one may encounter a threshold

This was it. I could finally boss someone around and make them do whatever I wanted. I could dress them up and babysit them and be responsible. I could teach and learn and lead them into a life of wonder and excitement. These were some of the things I was thinking when I was told I’d be getting a younger sibling. My parents didn’t get an ultrasound and were convinced the baby would be a boy. Turns out the baby was a girl!

Feeling exhausted and depleted throughout the hellish pregnancy, she hadn’t selected a name for the child she’d carried. Whereas, almost before she had found out she was expecting Jessica Jane; she’d picked out the name.

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

As we stepped off the plane, there was an immediate rush of warm air when we took the stairs down to the tarmack. After the five hour plane ride in the cold, small plane, it felt nice to stretch out in the sun. We walked off of the tarmack onto the sidewalk that led to the parking garage and were immediately greeted by a kind man. He welcomed us to his country and directed us towards the correct direction. As we left him behind, he shouted “pura vida” to us. This was the first time I ever heard this phrase and I had no idea what it meant.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

I don’t remember my name, or most of my early life, but I know I was a thief. I was part of a group of thieves, five of us. “Do you remember where you’re from?” A village called Greenbridge. I don’t know how far it is from here. “Greenbridge?” Why, does it sound familiar? She hesitated. She didn’t know him, but if she was going to help, she had to give him reason to trust her. Besides, it might feel good to finally tell someone. “It’s where I’m from. I did something there that I’m… not proud of.” That makes two of us. “What did you do?” You mean, besides abandoning everyone I care about? My wife, my little girl, my friends? “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s fine. In the time I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of thinking. “Pardon me for asking, but what happened to you?” Now that’s a story.

He longed to see what his touch would do against anything, but Jem wore gloves, and Alistair was scared.

I've been sitting under this tree for a while as I await the rains to pass. The sun hides behind the endless blanket of storm clouds; a precipice ahead builds with water, and will flood if the rains continues.

As I was walking, kicking dirt behind me, the sound of large boots startled me. Making me walk faster. I continued up the trail then ever, my heart racing almost as if I had just ran a one mile race. I told myself it was all in my head,because normally that helped. The sound got, louder until it was in my ear. I spun my head around only to see nothing. Pleased I turned around and continued to walk. My normally quiet and playful dog, began to bark and stop dead in her tracks.Almost as if she was yelping for help.

It was truly a wonderful feeling to have the sun on my back and the wind through my knees. Modesty aside, I could run quite fast for a boy my age. Up and down pastoral yellow hummocks; they were to a field what waves are to an ocean overwrought by an impassioned tempest, and I was a vessel rising and falling at the mercy of its ardent ascendency.

On our first trip together, we were on our way to E. Lansing, MI, and got caught inone of those patented Missouri ice storms. He was scared to death and didn't want to drive on the ice. I explained that he is required to drive

It was deafening, then it was eerily quiet; an overwhelming silence. The humanoid girls were crying, then in the span of a single second, an unnatural stillness descended upon the two. He could feel their emotions, but there was something else, an abnormality that bore upon their leaking fear. It suppressed their terror, drowning them in a false serenity. The waves ebbed, and they were suddenly calm; quietly and obediently holding onto the side of the Zeltron's clothing.