My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

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.

As I was hunting through the mystical forest Herot looking for the meal of the night.I was to return to the cave by 9 o’clock to tuck in my precious son to bed.He had a fever that kept on going up and down,and the only thing thing that could help him was a small monster in the forest.I felt this sudden pain in my chest.I ignored the feeling thinking it was just a normal heart burn.I killed the little monster and brought it back home expecting Grendel to be in bed sleeping.I flew into the cave and called out to him.

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and slung my purse over my shoulder before responding to him.

After I met with the Knights of Columbus, I drove out to my aunt’s place. As we ate lunch, she said, “You know your father was kicked out of the Knights for arguing with the pastor over the parting of the Red Sea,” and she went on to tell me the story. He said an asteroid landed in the Mediterranean Sea, and it had an affect like dropping a rock in a puddle. It pushed the Red Sea into the Gulf of Aden, and by the time the Egyptian Army entered the Red Sea, the waters were returning to their normal elevation.

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

lowly walking, I didn't know where I was.I was so confused that I couldn't bare to looking at anyone.That's when I saw the sign.The words,”Arbeit Macht Frei,(Work Sets You Free)”.That sign still reminds me of the terrible thing that I have witnessed and experienced.We were walking in Auschwitz, I told Elie that we shouldn't worry and we should stay together but I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen.We walked in and I could see women, men, and children.Skinny and weak. I was worried about Elie. Hilda.Beatrice.Tzipora. Shlomo. Me.I didn't know what to say.I didn't know how to express how I felt. I told everyone not to worry like I did. ”Okay, mother.”Don't worry. Everything will be okay”.While we were standing I could hear 8 little but very impactful words.”Men to the left!

It has been two years since you passed. It has been a year since I unearthed your vacant coffin with Oskar. Yet, it has been less than a second since you came to my mind. A day has yet to pass where I do not ponder of you, imagine you. I have seen pictures and heard stories of you, yet it always pains me that I could not have a place within them. I know nothing of you, my own child. In fact, I cannot call you, Thomas Schell, mine. There is nothing of me in you, and that will always be my deepest regret. If I had two lives, I would spend them both with you, as if that would somewhat compensate for the unjust life I forced upon you. A life without a father. Though, a boy need-not be raised by man, when a woman as sturdy as your mother is in place. I

Haha you know what I HATE running it’s so last year though right now I’m glad I’m running, if I wasn’t I would be in jail in the Kingdom or as I like to call it King Dumb mainly because the people there are so rich they don’t believe they need to know anything besides money. Can you guess what I’m doing right now….. “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE” I yelled as I RAN AWAY from the King Dumb guards who are surprisingly smart I guess it’s only the King and his ‘friends’ which only are his friends do to money. “COME BACK HERE” they yelled, you see I’ve been making ruckus in this forest for my whole life and they still haven’t caught me “WOW YOU GUYS ARE DUMB, THERE’S NO WAY IMMA COMING WITH YOU!” Right now I’m running and jumping from tree to tree making my way towards town so I can lose them.

While she lie staring at the cosmos painted on her ceiling, she remembered her question about the crime scene. Just her luck; she had left her things downstairs. There was not an ounce of willpower to persuade her to move. A groan of a new caliber of grief left her throat. She’d found herself rather comfortable in her current position, and the idea of moving was less than appealing. She knew if she moved she would never again acquire the comfort that she felt at that moment. Moments like these brought to her childhood dream of having telekinesis. While she was incapable of moving objects with her mind, she did have a brother.

In the Summer of 2016, my family and I were at SeaWorld in San Diego. I was having a great time. We had just gotten out of the sea lion show and still had thirty minutes to spend before the next show. It was then when my dad spotted a roller coaster called The Manta. We went to the railing and watched the people on it. I had never ridden a roller coaster before, and I knew where my dad was going with this. I watched the people on it scream with their arms flailing and my stomach immediately got butterflies.

My father was a photographer back in Vietnam and also he had a love for computers. My father fascination with technology became what is my passion today. Ever since i was a child, as far back as my memory can go, i have always been surrounded by technology. Even though we had lived in a third world country and our technology was not advanced as other countries, I was still fascinated by how these machines works. Moving to The United States of America had a bigger impact on my passion than ever before. America is a first world country with all the new technology, in Vietnam, we still had big box TV, landline phone, motorcycles, big computers and more, and that all have changed in America, where everything is smaller and more compact, such as

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.

Sirens blared as we raced across the Sahara on horseback. With the reins gripped tightly in my hands, I was flying. Nothing could stop us. That summer, I was Indiana Jones and she was Marion Ravenwood. Trek’s hooves engulfed me in a wave of dust as they rolled across the hard sand. Then suddenly the sounds of the sirens transformed into that all too familiar whistle—it was dad calling me home for dinner. I tugged the shoelace that doubled as reins and turned my bike around to make my way back home.

The man chuckles, but doesn’t answer my question. “Do you know why you’re here, Tori?”