The Spirit: A Short Story

number of dead bees on the ground near her hives, she checked the hives herself. She ''pulled on her leather work gloves as she walked outside to change the racks of honey in her beehives and to check for signs of disease'' (Hogan, Mean Spirit 45). Furthermore, Belle became sick and tired of oil drillers because '' '[T]hey burn the poor birds out of the sky' '' (Hogan, Mean Spirit 76). Belle's great connection with the natural world is explored in her extreme resistance of the oppression of nature; she fiercely attacked the eagle white hunters who used to hunt eagles and send them to the city to be sold as souvenirs. One day, on her way to Watona to deliver eggs to an old lady there, Belle was extremely shocked by the sight of some eagle hunters who were busy in counting murdered eagles taken away in the back of a truck:

Applying Class Concepts to “Where the Spirit Lives” Provide as many specific examples of each of the following concepts from “Where the Spirit Lives”: Framework: How the dominant group maintains power (Both Pharr and Weber’s frameworks): Institutional Power Political control: laws/policies/criminal justice system - The “Whites” lawfully took the children from their Native land - The school creating rules forbidding native practices of the Indian children Ideological control: control of ideas through education, religion, media, etc. - The ideas and practices of Christianity were completely forced on the Native American people.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

The book titled The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down: Talks about a Hmong Child, Her American Doctors, and the Collision of Two Cultures written by Anne Fadiman. Anne Fadiman is an American essayist and reporter, who interests include literary journalism. She is a champion of the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction, the Salon Book Award, and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Current Interest. In the book, Anne Fadiman explores the clash between a county hospital in California and a refugee family from Laos over the health care of Lia Lee. Lia Lee is a Hmong child diagnosed with severe epilepsy, whose parents and the doctors wanted the best treatment for her, but the lack of communication cause a tragedy. The essay paper will state and explain what went wrong between Lia’s family and the doctors. The central point is a lack of understanding between them leads to Lia’s tragedy.

Advancing my education from BYU-Idaho has been one of the greatest changes that I have ever made. I met precious friends and professors, acquired many enlightening teachings, and strengthened my testimony to become humble. In addition, I learned how to respect others and manage my time effectively. From this experience at BYU-Idaho, I look forward to having another challenge for a new advanced life at BYU-Provo.

Morris inspires me to be a better mom, leader and wife. It seems far-fetched, but she is everything I want to be as an adult. She impacts me positively every single time I walk into her classroom. By ensuring that every single one of her kids feels loved and capable, she would be the first person I put on my dream board to follow in the footsteps of. She is the perfect model of love, and as a leader, I strive to put forth my best effort, just like she does. My experience with her has led to an unbreakable bond, with treasured values that will carry me through college. Mrs. Morris is one of the main reasons I decided to apply for Virginia Teachers for Tomorrow; She inspires me to reach new heights and take on challenges that I wouldn’t always take on, making me the dreamer I am

The bell couldn't have come fast enough and the second it did I was out of there. Zarra pointed me in the right direction for my next class before going to Web Design. I was the first one to Government, which was the best thing that had happened all day. I took the music from my ears and covered them with my hands. I was about ready to cry—something I hadn't done since the last time I went to a new school. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

This weekend, I did not follow any rules of what a normal weekend should be like, instead I broke away and stayed in the blissful comfort of my home. I woke up Saturday morning and decided that I don’t have to go run today, I can go shopping next weekend, and I don’t really need to go see anyone. So I completely put off my “Spirit Week” shopping, and I completely avoided working out. So, I sat in my bed that morning and soaked up the sunshine glimmering through my window, and I listened to the soft chirping of the birds outside. As I laid on a mountain of pillows I started to think. Weekends aren’t what they used to be. Why should I have to leave this peaceful place to rush around and get stuff done? I already spend the entire week going to

As you leave to begin your new college experience, please explain how you expect to continue to use the spiritual lessons that you have learned from your time at St. John’s.

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

At last, the bell finally rung, and I was headed home to get my gear. Hastily packing because lessons began at approximately 4:30, with about an hour drive. I hopped in the car next to Carolyn with minimal excitement. My nerves began to set in. I sat back and attempted to relax while we traveled past Delaware onto Earlville. Watching cars and fields pass by aided me to relieve some stress. I quickly forgot where I was going and why. Time flew by in that red Ford Escape. The trip from Manchester to Asbury seemed to only take fifteen minutes instead of forty five. We arrived far too soon, yet we were still late.

What filth dared pass your unworthy lips, pitiful urchin? I will declare, am the heir of the Elders, I have led our people out of tragedy single-handed, and I have destroyed over 300 white demons. I am learned in the arts of the earth and sky, and none are more connected to the Great Spirit than I! You are but nothing to me, prey. I will have your head hollowed for a gourde, my word is sacred! Do you think your magic will allow you to continue to disrespect me like this? Think again, dog! Even as you stand, my brothers from across the land are circling your home and your sacred place is being hunted right now, so prepare for the onslaught, rat. The onslaught that will decimate your very way of life from your people's history. You are a breathing

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

Picture her a feline in black coat aimlessly wandering Cairo streets in search for food and a casual fuck. Known for her selfishness and detachment. Probably easier to cling to places than to people, believing and feeling that the energy of a place has the biggest impact on her state of mind, while people's energy is ineffective and could not do her good or harm, unless they're close, which they never are.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.