Personal Narrative: My Journey To Hawaii
wave then settled back down. A few minutes later, the Captain came back, took his seat, and resumed eating, again without saying anything. We later learned that we had missed colliding with a merchant vessel by a matter of feet. After calmly leaving the lunch table, Captain Siegrist had climbed the stairs to the bridge, assessed the situation quickly, and issued the exact and correct orders for course and speed necessary to avoid the collision. And then he returned to his lunch as though it was just another day at the office.
Day 2 Immigrant. That word gives me a label here. I am crossing the border to the U.S because my parents think it will give us a new beginning and a better life. I think they’re wrong. Our life in El Salvador was fine: We had a nice house and we were healthy.
I lapped up the glory! I won a dance contest at three, was the best soccer player at five, and was a
The first marathon I completed was the Seattle Rock n Roll marathon. My sister in law and I trained together for that marathon in 2010 and I completed it, but boy did I learn a lot through trial and error! First, I learned to start slow! I remember the first 13.5 miles went by rather
If you go more than three generations up in your ancestral line, you no longer share any blood similarities with your. This is due to the dna mixing and different family genes, so it makes sense that our ancestors are very different then us. Me being a caucasian female living Hawaii changed my life a lot more then it would have if I stayed in Canada. I never really thought I had a culture, my family says I'm a mixed plate. That always confused me because my skin is white and I grew up in Hawaii, so I just assumed I was just another hole.
Over the last four years, my life has been a whirlwind full of countless events. Events that have resulted in fantastic memories and others that will alway be painful to think about. My two out of state trips that I attended with the baseball team automatically stand out. During sophomore year, being about to play baseball in Florida was amazing. There are many reasons that this will be the trip I remember from high school.
“He Hawai’i au mau a mau.” This translates to, “I am Hawaiian now and forever.” I believe that this represents my identity not only as a person, but as a proud Native Hawaiian. My passion sparked when I was a baby. My mother first taught me how to say basic words in Hawaiian, then I eventually attended a Hawaiian immersion school.
It has been six years since I left Haiti at the age of four. For me it’s been a lifetime at this point. So long that I don’t remember any of the basic rituals of my family. Jet lag knocked me out so badly the night before, I don’t remember what I did after getting off the plane. Bleary eyed and confused
My ancestors migrated so frequently, it is difficult to tell where our roots originate. From what we can tell, my family is mostly German, English, Scandinavian, and Jewish. I have relatives living everywhere in the United States from Arkansas to Pennsylvania to Hawaii. Spending most of my life in Hawaii, my family and I have adopted a lot of Hawaiian traditions. One tradition that I can remember is the 1st year luau.
I was born on Oahu in February 4 2005 i was growing up in tampa Florida with my older sister and my mom,dad,grandma,grandpa,and my mom’s siblings. Me and my sister had always went to her friends house every day,one day me and my sister had went to her house and there was a rattlesnake on the outer side of her door and then me and my sister had went home. In 2010 me and my family had moved to Oahu and then we had moved into a lot that had 2 houses and it was in the Kaneohe part of Oahu. My family and i had lived with my cousins in the back house and my other cousins and my grandparents went and lived in the front house.
Growing up in Fairbanks Alaska, exposed me to winter experiences such as watching the Northern lights while bathing in hot springs at -50°F temperatures, remote ski-in cabin camping, as well as dog mushing with my friend Tekla – the daughter of four time Iditarod winner Susan Butcher. In the Alaskan summer, I enjoyed 24-hours of daylight, viewing wildlife while hiking in Denali National Park, halibut and salmon fishing, and helicopter trips up to Eagle glacier for ski training on snow in the summer. I also traveled to Sweden and Norway for a month to ski train during 9th grade and traveled back to Sweden to represent the U.S. in ski races after being selected to the J1 ski team (top six U.S. under 18 skiers). My Alaskan lifestyle experiences
In those two and a half years I started racing. My first time I ever raced I got first place and it was the best feeling ever. I was so proud of what I had accomplished and wanted to keep racing. But after I placed first in that class I got bumped up to a new class that had bigger bikes and faster kids. At the time I was still on the 100 and I was racing kids on bikes twice as big as mine.
Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.
The beginning of my story was on August 21, 2001, the day I was born. I was walking by the time I was one. On April 2, 2003 my little brother Skyler was born. In the summer of 2005 my dad taught me how to ride a bike. When I was 5 I lost my first tooth.
I turned 12 years old the day I met the mountain man. The air was warm, and the bees were buzzing. A long table filled to its edges with pastries, Spongebob Squarepants themed decorations strung from corner to corner, and globs of cake like missiles from the babies launching mechanisms. My parents were filled with love, and I was filled with a sense of adventure and cake. The evening I left for my adventure my house was a jungle.
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