Upper Michigan Narrative

Everyone has somebody they look up to, admire, and wanna be like. We all have our own hero. Mine is my brother Tyler. Tyler Shellenberger is an independent, young American. He’s 19 years old and attended Marshall Schools. Tyler is on his way to earning his GED. My Michigan Hero is my brother Tyler Shellenberger.

1.The term "Three Fires" refers to the dominant tribes in Michigan during the early 1600s. The three tribes were:

Imagine yourself on a road trip to a place where the weather is different and the places are new to you. In a place where you only know family and no one else. A feeling like no other, that’s what I felt, knowing I was going to live in this new place.

Michigan is the only state in the union composed to two separated peninsulas. At the closest point, the upper and lower peninsulas are a mere five miles apart. In the early twentieth century, the only way to make the trip across the five miles of Lake Michigan and Lake Huron was to take a boat ride from one side to the other. As businesses expanded and industry grew, the demand to cross the lakes for travel and commerce purposes grew. The only way to cross the lake was by means of a ferry service, which was unable to keep up with consumer demand. Michigan residents were unable to get convenient and frequent transport between the peninsulas. They needed a consistent, fast, and safe way to travel freely from the mainland to the

Some Michigan Heroes can be people that helped you in life or helped you succeed in life. My Michigan Hero is someone that raised me, taught me everything I know in life today. This person is my idol, that gave me a hand when I needed one, or told me to keep my head up and never look down. I wouldn’t know what to do in life if this person wasn’t in it.

It was one beautiful morning day my sister and I woke up and we had to go to the hospital because we found out my dad Daniel Snyder had cancer. That day was not so much beautiful after all, nothing was working out right. We tried to move on but, it was very hard. My family loved him so much more than he would ever know. It was more than saying I love you to the moon and back it was like infinity times there and back. You might think of some heroes like hulk or Benjamin Franklin, who made electricity for our world, but, I think of someone totally different an inspiring man, my step dad Scott. Someone came into my life Scott my step dad. I picked my step dad for my Michigan hero because he was here for my family

Sometimes I wonder what is a hero, is it a person who can fly and do amazing tricks, or is it a modern day soldier who puts his or her life on the line to protect what they love, or could it be a hard working parent or grandparent that is always willing to do anything thing for the people that they care for. And I always come to the conclusion that a hero can be anything because it is the beholders opinion. My abuelo or grandpa was born in Mexico and moved to the United States of America when he was only twelve. His real name is Zenon Cardenas and his early life was not easy, he moved from place to place with his parents on their tremendously low income and sometimes they barely had enough money to get food. Later, he was old enough to get a job in which he chose to be a construction worker, and that is where he learned how to make buildings. After awhile, he eventually settled down in Ionia, Michigan and built the house where him and my abuela or grandma currently lives now. That is the spot that he had my mom and her six siblings.

Detroit, many call it the worst place in America, other detroiters like myself call it home. It takes a strong person to be able to withstand all the things going on around you. For those who know it, it’s a place that has many memories that can not be erased, things that most citizens have no recollection of, and secrets the government will never release to the public. Detroit’s truths are only comprehended by a few. The drugs, murder, rape, hospital abuse, and even corruption within the government. Many who are unfortunate enough to bear the weight of Detroit’s burdens have often told stories about their experiences. This, however, is not a review of all those stories but a personal terror.

My personal michigan hero would be my mom because she has always been here for me, through the think, and even the thin. I was adopted when I was 4 months old. She found out that she couldn’t carry a baby because of her severe scoliosis. So she waited for a long time to bring home her little bundle of joy. Even though I am adopted, we both have a lot of things in common. For instance, we have the same allergic reaction to mangos, we are both 4 foot 11 ½ inches and, we have the same golden brown hair.

Who's your Michigan hero? My Michigan hero is my favorite person in the world, my best friend , Jaytion Wallace . Jaytion is slightly taller than me, so she would be about 5.2. She has brown eyes, dark brown hair and caramel skin. People say we look alike but Jaytion and I don’t see it. When people say that it’s funny , because Jaytion and I consider ourselves as sisters. Jaytion and I haven’t known each other for a long time, but it feels like i’ve known her my whole entire life. The couple years i’ve known Jaytion, I noticed that i’ve gotten better at school, and i’ve done things I wouldn’t have done before I met her.My best friend ,Jaytion Wallace has a positive impact on my life.

When you think of someone who would be a hero from your state, you would probably come up with a person who was an astronaut, sports player, an actor or somebody who has saved many lives. It may come to you as a shock when I tell you my personal Michigan hero is my older brother Jacob. Jacob is only 2 years older than me, but has gone through so much. He was diagnosed with Autism when he was two years old. He didn’t talk until he was 5 years old and has struggled and worked so hard to get where he is at today. Kids with autism are all different, but my brother Jacob is definitely one of a kind. He has a hard time saying the words he wants to say and at the same time loves talking. He is a Special Olympics athlete

A single lock of his golden-brown hair dips slightly, just enough to tip his eyebrow. As he smiles his frosted, yet cheery blue eyes widen, they glisten under the bright stage lights. He squeezes me gently and I squeeze back. It’s that sad time again when I must say goodbye to my Michigan hero, Ronel.

I attended William B. Murrah Highschool for my freshman and sophmore year; however, I auditioned to attend the Mississippi School of the Arts for my junior and senior year. Once I'd auditioned, I was informed I was accepted which was why I left to attend the Mississippi School of the Arts. While I atteneded Mississippi School of the Arts, for my junior year I took a class at Brookhaven

On the eve of their encounter with Europeans, the Indians of Central and South America were prosperous and created complex societies. While being worlds apart both the Central and South American Indians and the Tribes of the Mississippi Valley had similar concepts while having a variety of differences. Both the Central and South American Indian and the Tribes of the Mississippi Valley had religion, economy and art although different from one another they share some of the same basic fundamental ideas.

The short story Up in Michigan is one of Hemingway's earliest works, believed to be one of the earliest works of Hemingway after he arrived in Paris in December of 1921 (Oliver 14). The story was first published in 1923 in Three Stories and Ten Poems. As with most first works some scholars would argue all first works the story is believed to be derivative. The characters seem to have been plucked from Hemingway's childhood (Svoboda and Waldmeir 63). A boyhood friend of Hemingway's was named Wesley Dilworth and his parents were named Jim and Liz Dilworth (Comley and Scholes 29). Scholarly reviews led to the discovery of pre-publication typescripts of Up in Michigan. Interestingly, a pre-publication version of the story begins: "Wesley Dilworth got the dimple in his chin from his mother. Her name had been Liz Buell. Jim Dilworth married her when he came to Horton's Bay from Canada and bought the mill with A. J. Stroud" (KL/EH 800, 1, as cited in Johnson). From this excised paragraph, readers are able to see how Hemingway invented the fictionalized story from the bit of that he drew from his early years (Benson).