Puritan Beliefs and the Resistance from the Native Americans Here I will discuss some of the Puritan beliefs revealed that led to tensions, conflicts, and concerns among the colonists and the Native Americans. The Puritans assumed when the smallpox epidemic hit it was God’s sign for them to take over the land. They also used it to justify taking over everything and robbing sacred Indian graves.
We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day.
When I was visiting my family in Mexico I felt like a foreigner. All my family in America went to Mexico for my great grandma’s 90th birthday party. We were in Monterrey, Mexico which is the northeast part of Mexico. I was about 13 years old. We drove from Arkansas to Monterrey, it took about two days.
The first thing we did was go and brush our teeth and our hair. Then we started to get dressed and we called our grandma’s room to see if they were ready to go. She said that she will be ready in a few minutes. I couldn’t be any happier when I heard her say that. My grandma called us and said that she was ready I was so ecstatic when I heard that we all rushed out the door and waited for my grandma, grandpa, and Micah to get out there so we can take them in our car.
From the ages six through twelve, I wrote stories for my friends and family. I remember sitting at an giant, old computer that they had in 2003. It wasn’t easy to use, but I was determined. I moved my short little fingers across that smooth keyboard in hopes of creating a masterpiece. I remember showing my first work to my friends at school and watched how they dissect my “masterpiece”.
I was 11, we had a direct flight to Acapulco, Mexico. As the airplane descended on to the landing strip at the International Airport General Juan N. Alvarez, I remember seeing the ocean from the window of the airplane. I had been to Mexico a couple of times before, so seeing cluttered streets and compacted buildings was nothing out of the extraordinary for me. However, seeing child labor in the beaches was a real eye-opener. Children my age were selling candy, quesadillas, and many more goods to provide money for their families.
After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.
I was in 4rd grade and I have never been to Mexico before. My mother decided to take me there for about two weeks to visit my family there and my grandparents, but during that time I was still attending school so the teacher just gave me two weeks of school work to make up when I get back. I got home and my mother was already packing up, so I went to pack my stuff and picked out my favorite clothes to wear. Once I was done, I went to sleep, mother awakened me up at 3am to get ready to leave to the airport. After a very long wait in lines at the airport, we were finally boarded on the plane.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
I stepped out of my dad 's truck, said goodbye, and walked inside the airport with my friends and teacher. Our group walked toward the bag check counter and handed my passport and bag to the lady at the counter. Since I have been afraid of heights all my life, I 've never liked planes. "Ugh planes",Just the thought of them gives me shivers down my spine. After what seemed like forever we took off, my heart pounding inside my chest.
COMMITMENT TO CHRIST Background I was brought up in a concept of fame and success to be the purpose of life. While I worked my way out of the rigid Asia educational system, I thought I was doing ok. Nine years ago, I was told the chance of coming to the U.S. for college education. For many people, that is once in a life opportunity. I viewed that chance as the answer to my desire for personal accomplishment and a success future.
The plane had about 20 rows of chairs, separated by three’s. My parents and I took a row in the middle. Since it was my first time on a plane, they let me have the window seat. By eight forty-five, the plane was ready for take-off. The pilot welcomed us to the flight and asked us to please turn off any electronic devices for
As I layed in my bed soundly asleep, my dad came into my room and woke me up, he told me it was urgent me that I had to wake up even though it was pitch black outside, and I had to go to daycare the next day. He woke me and my brother up, and we took a car ride which seemed like forever, especially when I was unaware of what was going on. Eventually we came to a stop, in what looked like a hospital parking lot. This was one of my first memories of being genuinely scared and confused, that I continue to think about over a decade later. That night I realized my mother was an alcoholic, and she would eventually go on shatter the few positive memories I had of her.
Jim Murphy proudly said “I write narrative nonfiction, creating lively scenes through action and the use of quotes from firsthand accounts, all based on rigorous research. If I say a character leaned against a fence on a windy day, then I have at least two sources to back up these details.” This one quote beautifully summarizes my paper which will discuss the need for accuracy in narrative non-fiction. Narrative is a form of storytelling.
When I was 8 years old, my family and I hopped on a plane to San Francisco, California for a family field trip. It took exactly 7 hours to fly from Albany, Ga to San Francisco on the plane, but it didn’t bother me because I had food and took 2 naps during the flight. I was very excited to go to California but I wondered why we were going all the way there and not somewhere closer to Georgia. I ask my mom why we were going there, but she wouldn’t tell me; she said that it was a surprise.
