Sitrep Narrative

The day began with an abrupt start. My alarm went off, and I was wondering to myself why I had set it to wake me up so early. I then remembered, today was the day I was finally able to meet and take home my new chinchilla named Luna. On the way to the home that had my soon to be chinchilla, me and my father stopped for breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.

As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever.

The hike itself was beautiful. The trails were well kept and easy to follow. The weather was cold enough to keep cool, but not cold enough to freeze you. I wore a hat, hoodie and jacket, and put on mittens from time to time, for my hands always get

The second day was one of the longest yet interesting, before the day my family has never been on a formal hike, My father really wanted to drive the “road to Hana” It was a road that can take you 360 degrees around the fringe of the island. We only decided to drive the north part that lead to the historic town of Hana and 45 minutes further was a national park that featured trails up and around the volcano Haleakalā. The drive was a grueling five or so hours, its long not because the island is small, rather that the road is so windy and crude, some parts so thin that it could be considered a one lane road where you have to stop and get your vehicle as far close to the side as possible to let the car from the opposite direction pass. Once at the park, the walking began we stopped in a bamboo forest then walked more till we got to a mountain with water falling from it, it was a truly gorgeous site. Then like a bad case of deja vu we walked back down the trail,had a quick break, and walked more, walked on the coast, walked on roads, and almost walked on water then we walked to the

It was another one of those unrealistic normal days in my house. The birds were chirping, the dogs were barking, and the people were screaming.

I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.

Livermore Valley Charter Preparatory, LVCP, is a high school where people can come to learn, get a good education, and it is also a place where no one judges you. LVCP is also small, opening, and welcoming. It is a California Public Charter High School that is authorized by the Livermore Valley Joint Unified School District. A charter school is a public school that operates independently of a local school board. When I first signed up for LVCP, I was nervous because I thought that I wouldn’t know anyone. When I first entered through the doors of LVCP, I saw other freshmen, juniors, seniors, and sophomores. I am short, unsure of my future, and a great student.

On top of all of these great features, there are many amazing trails to follow throughout the park. I took a great hike through the Ice Age Trail, the Kettle View Trail, and the Kame Terrace Trail. I really enjoyed my peaceful walk through creation and also appreciated how well labeled the trails were in comparison with the provided map at my entry to the park.

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

After waking up at site 18, having breakfast and cleaning up, we started up the trail. In retrospect, I would have gotten ready a bit quicker, as it was getting pretty warm as we approached the peak. However, the first three quarters to one mile offered a gradual assent, mostly in the shade and along the side of a creek for a time. We paused to enjoy a small waterfall along the trail. Then it started to climb a bit steeply, and the shade became occasional places where we looked forward to stopping to relax.

Today was pure madness, hopefully tomorrow will be a little better. On my way home from Feed My Sheep I received a suicide call, which I thought was very scary because Feed My Sheep never calls me when I leave. Several thoughts paced through my racing mind. What could the possibly want? Did I forget something? My hand started to set and my heart started beat faster. The gentlemen that I assisted in November just showed up to the facility and asked for me. I forgot all about him, in fact I had to ask Ms. Carolyn what the person looked like in order to refresh my memory. It turned out that the

The way in which a story is organized or complied adds to the ideas, themes, and character of the story. A frame narrative is a way in which a story is told were a main story leads reader into other stories within. Essentially a frame narrative is a story within another story. As in the story One Thousand and One Night the frame narrative is used to tell many different stories within the main story. Although the stories in One Thousand and One Nights are separate from the main story the stories are still relative to the main idea. In One Thousand and One Night the separate stories within are used to delay execution of one of the main characters. In the story of Canterbury tales the frame narrative is used to pass the time of a long journey

Just another regular day going to Ms.Fiore about something that I dont know. Once I went inside the room ,she suggested to me,"You should join this fire prevention poster contest."I knew I was going to slack off on this poster and never finish, but Ms.Fiore said,"You could a computer."

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

When a samurai is murdered and his wife is raped in the woods it is necessary for the courthouse to find the murderer and bring punishment upon him according to the law. Albeit this is seemingly a typical murderer solving case film it is the method of narration that makes the film differ from others. Rashomon is a famous Japanese film by Akira Kurosawa that tells a story of the same circumstance in four different versions according to the story teller. This particular type of narrative is so intriguing resulting for it to become its own effect. Not only is Rashomon famous for its narrative but also how it reflects and reveal many aspects about truth and lies.