The Lake-Personal Narrative

As a woman, Angela Vicario is the epitome of a traditional Colombian woman. A traditional Colombian woman is expected to be virgins when they get married; but Vicario defys this social custom causing Vicario to get “softly pushed his wife into [her house] without speaking,” (46). These details emphasize the idea that women are given different standards than men. The details help highlight Marquez’s criticism of how the traditional Colombian woman is treated as and thought of as. From a very young age Vicario and her sisters were taught “how to do screen embroidery, sew by machine, weave bone lace, wash and iron, make artificial flowers and fancy candy, and write engagement announcements,” (31). These skills were taught to better prepare the girls for marriage; displaying the difference in gender roles. Marquez uses parallel structure to emphasize the amount of skills one has to learn before they can be considered as good and pure. Many years after Bayardo San Román returns Vicario she still does “machine embroidery with her friends just as before she had made cloth tulips and paper birds, but when her mother went to bed she would stay in her room until dawn writing letters with no future,” (93). The diction of the words “no future” and “still” suggest that Vicario’s life is stuck in

I also wrote about "Once More to the Lake", but I enjoy long descriptive sentences. When you read your chosen sentence, did it give you a feeling or, bring you back to a moment in your past? When I read that sentence, it brings me back to laying on the beach smelling the the salty air and listening to the

When I was little, my grandfather taught me how to swim. I remember the time we were

I have been in the now disturbing Quetico lake for the last 12 years of my life. I can’t take this. I have one way out, and that is to get someone in, trapped. I am captured in the deepest part of the Quetico lake, 300 feet below, I have gone mental. Around every month someone passes and I restrain myself from knocking, pleading for help. The only way I can get out is if I knock on a boat that passes and put them in my place. I never wanted too, for twelve years I haven’t. I know they will be trapped with a terrible way to escape. It will mess with their mind, but I could not take the pain of going insane. I was stuck...until now.

I was bored. The car ride was long. I thought the trip to my grandpa's boat lake Michigan would be short, but I was wrong. We hit every red light and I was losing my patience. We finally get there, the weather is bad, it’s raining, I had a sniffle, and we catch nothing. “Patience” grandpa said. A few weeks later we go out again, still nothing, but at least it wasn’t raining that day. I’d never fished before so when my hook caught pieces of seaweed I thought it was a fish. My grandpa reminded me that you must be patient. Then I reminded him that he “guaranteed” me that I would catch a fish by the end of the summer. I told him that we would catch fish if we went out into the lake instead of just fishing off of the back of this boat on the

In July 2016, I had a wonderful day planned. My girlfriend, Audrey, and I were prepared to spend a full day at Lincoln State Park. After eating breakfast at Denny’s, we pulled into the entrance of the state park. With our swimsuits on and backpacks strapped, the hiking began. To say the least, we had a long, long hike with minor incidents including a small snake that caused me to scream like a little girl and a tower we climbed even though I am afraid of heights. To wrap up the day, we swam in the lake infested with little, microscopic minnows and took our turn at canoeing, which ended up getting us stuck in the middle of the lake. All in all, the day of adventures with Audrey was relaxing and refreshing, but unfortunately, the excitement was

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

Lake Nipissing was once known as a prime location for dropping a line through the ice and pulling up some monster walleye. But over the last few decades more and more ice anglers have been flocking to these waters to try their luck at pulling up a one of these monsters. unfortunately it appears our luck has run out, or not so much our luck but the fish in the lake.

Before I started going to SOTA, I had been homeschooled for the past X years. And when I transferred from homeschooling to high school, it was like traveling to a different country. During the early months of my freshman year, I felt like everyone around me was speaking a different language and sadly I didn’t have google translate. I was unsure about how to appeal to the seemingly endless crowds of unfamiliar teachers, students, and social customs. This, as I have discovered is unfortunately not just a high school thing. Even when you have survived freshman year and have some vague sense of who you are and how to be your most authentic self, one can still face the common feeling of being out of place in your current environment.

Juana decides to leave her small town in search of finding her father in America. Juana has had to overcome a lot of lost and disappointment in such a short lifespan. Juana lost 3 siblings, one being her sister who dies under her care, she is behind in school and often bullied and her father decides to leave his daughter and wife to find employment in America. Juana’s father leave does not send any money back and now his family is behind in their rent. Juana is unable to really contribute to the home and her mother most bare burden of responsibility. Juana’s mother begin sleeping with Don Elias the tax collector in order to be able to pay bills and purchase food. Juan’s mother becomes pregnant by Don Elias but when she has the baby he gives the child to his wife. Juana’s mother becomes depressed due to not hearing from her husband, losing 3 children to death and now she has lost her only boy to Don Elias and his wife. Juana’s mother finds comfort in alcohol and she becomes the town alcoholic. Juana is constantly being bullied in school due to being twelve years old in the fourth grade. Juana was behind in school because of poverty and not having the money for books. Juana home was not that best and when it ran the water would get in their home and makes the road muddy. “During the rainy day season that it was difficult for anyone living in the outskirts to

The place I went to was called lake skinner it was beautiful hills where all around the ground was half dirt and half grass with a few trees hear and there the grass filled with bush's that had white,orange,and yellow flowers all around me and my friend went to the lake it was large it glistening when the sun rays hit the water.

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

Every summer our family goes on a camping trip. My mom plans it with four other families and we usually end up having around ten adults and fourteen kids, with the children’s ages ranging from seven to fifteen. This year, there was an extra event that involved chaos, but, also ensured the fact that our family will probably NEVER be going back to Wallowa Lake again...at least not a trip that involves camping there.

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

I was a little annoyed at first right when we got to finally load up in the water. My canoe partner (Loren) and I waited in the water for easily an hour. It was miserable because I felt I was being teased. I was so ready to begin our canoe journey and we were just in the water loaded and we couldn’t because we had to wait for the people in the cars to come back. Watching all those boy scouts leave ahead of us made me nervous. The competitive side of me instantly wanted to make sure we got to the campsite before them. Loren was my canoe partner and we were off to a rough start trying to figure out how to steer. Once we got the hang of it we did well. I was in front as the turbo and she was maneuvering the canoe. On the way, there it was