Learning from mistakes is a key part of life. I myself have had to learn from my mistakes. Over the summer I cut my foot outside. I spent the whole night in the worst hospital, then I got 18 stitches in the bottom of my foot. It also set back my ability to play football. My mistake was going outside without shoes, now I wear my shoes all the time.…
What do you think the world would be like without imagination? There would be no Iphone,no car ,no light bulb. The world would be useless to anything. The first humans would be eaten within a day. That is why I think imagination is important.…
Richter eagerly debunks the myths surrounding these three individuals and urges the reader to consider their perspectives in dealing with Europeans. , Richter demonstrates the common historical landscape they inhabited and highlight the similar pressures they confronted and the paths they chose. In chapter 4, Richter reproduces Indian texts from New England Indians' conversion narratives and the political speech of a Mohawk Iroquois orator as represented in the Albany meeting of 1679 between the Iroquois and British colonial leaders. Richter finds Indians asking their European counterparts to unite across the cultural barrier using the power of the spoken word to articulate a distinctive vision of “cultural coexistence on Indian terms” in the interest of a mutually-beneficial collaboration.…
When in disbelief of Marie’s accusation of Frank for his sinful reputation, Wes defends his brother saying, “She’s an Indian – why would she tell the truth?” (46). One of the common misconceptions of Native Americans in Montana 1948 is that they can’t be trusted, and in extension, that what they say doesn’t matter. In What You Pawn I Will Redeem, Jackson is faced with the same skepticism when he tells the pawnbroker that the regalia belonged to his grandmother, and the pawnbroker “looked at [him] like [he] was a liar.” (3) However, Jackson is able to prove him wrong with a yellow bead that was hidden beneath the armpit of the regalia. Just like Jackson, Marie’s accusations are proven to be true in Montana 1948, showing that the true intent of Native Americans is often overlooked.…
Although often viewed as inferior, savage and helpless, many historians are starting to discover the intelligence and wisdom the Indians had and shared with the colonists that came to America so long ago. As the settlers slowly began to create a new world on the already inhabited North America, they were plagued with starvation due to a severe drought in the area. Due to the dry lands and the settlers expectations to “rely on Indians for food and tribute,” (Norton 17) they were disappointed to find that the Indians were not so keen to handing out food and help to the strangers that have just come onto their land and begun to settle in such a time of severe weather and starvation. As time goes on, both the Indians and the Englishmen realize they both have what the other needs; tools from the white men and crops, land and knowledge from the Indians. As a result, the chief of Tsenacomoco, Powhatan, and colonist, Captain John Smith on an ideally peaceful, mutualistic relationship to ensure the survival of both civilizations. This agreement will leave the groups in cahoots for 100 of years leading to some disastrous scenarios and betrayals.…
I was in at Save-A-Lot a couple of weeks ago and while I was in line to check out, I overheard a lady talk about a man that was following her on the walking path behind my house. She was talking about how this man would follow her for a couple hundred feet then stop, completely strip down, and would start performing sexual acts on himself. She said that she doesn’t feel comfortable walking on the walking path anymore. We need to take action to stop these things from happening and make the walking path safer.…
I can’t believe that my mom is seriously making us move. Ever since my dad passed she had been talking about moving to Connecticut. She said it would give us a fresh start and be able to get away from everything but I don’t want a fresh start I want to stay here in Raven Rock, California where I belong. One of the worst parts is my mom still needs our other car back in Connecticut, and I haven't drove since it happened. The only way she could get her car here was for me to drive which she knew I didn’t want to, or she could ship it to our house which costs too much money. Instead of making me drive she is making a 19 year old college student that I used to play with when I was younger that I don’t even remember and he is going to drive me across…
Ever since I was born, I was a military brat. Not knowing where to call home, or if any place could be home, I moved. I moved six times, four of those places were towns that nobody could think about. Germany, North Carolina, Alaska, North Carolina, Germany, and Alaska, yet no place to call home. May 22, 1999, my first day on this world; Kronach hospital had its first American baby in their hands, yet they acted like I was a different species. The only event I remember was when I was about one. While I was one, I grabbed everything in my reach, even a grill handle. As a baby, I did not know that the handle was moving, the grill top had smashed my thumb. Ever since that event, I now have a starfish mark on the side of my right thumb from where the stiches were.…
Bam! I heard the crash as the front gate slammed behind me as I it shut behind me. I sprinted back to the car and my mom told me,”Only five more minutes Blake.” Me, my parents, and my brother and sister were headed to our annual family reunion at my cousin's ranch. We were on the final part of our drive, and this is always the favorite part of the drive.…
Friends who knew me in my childhood tell me I was a very strange little boy. Judging by my memory and the stories, I lived in a world of my own. I was a dreamer. I reminisce climbing trees in the forested area behind our home and just sitting there, ensconced on a limb thirty feet above the ground, rocked by a gentle breeze. I noticed early on that when I immersed myself into that world, surrounded by nature, and didn’t move a muscle, birds and other wildlife never noticed me and would go about their own business as if I was not there. I enjoyed the profound solitude of those moments, away from all the hustles and bustles of life, where it seemed there was a level of busyness that took me too far out of myself. Years later, I felt that the appreciation for sumptuous luxuries of solitude were too often neglected in the frenzy of…
New town, new school, and most importantly a new family. It's all the same to me, I've done this a million times before, so what was so different about this time? Why was I so nervous about a fresh start once again? That's the thing. I don't know why, but I was. Walking out of the foster group home out into the parking lot, and seeing the new family, it all was too familiar for me. But this time, this time something was different. It felt different. And I had no idea why. Until…
Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway." You have one shot at life and doing what others believe is best for you is not the way to live. My dad may not be as sophisticated as Eleanor Roosevelt, but they have similar ideas of how you should do what you believe is right no matter what others think. My father once told me, "It's your life, live it the way you want to live it and do not let anyone stand in the way of your dreams; always remember to stand up for what you believe in." It wasn't until recently that I started to truly understand what my father told me.…
It all started on a Saturday morning. I used to hate basketball so much, but my dad woke me u saying that I had basket ball the next day. I was so furious but it was morning so I thought i was dreaming. Once I found out it was real and not a nightmare I ignored my dad which only lasted for about 30 minutes. Me being the 6 year old I was I couldn't ignore my parents or hold a grudge for long. My parents drove me to Nike Outlet and got me my basketball shoes and my black and pink elite socks. I have to admit the best part was picking out the shoes. Still to this day I remember them. They were black and pink nike hyper dunks. My dad let me keep the shoes if I went to the practice. I was only 6 so I thought it was unfair but I made the choice to keep them.…
Today messengers came running up to the village to tell my father, Powhatan, that the white strangers, who had arrived in the three large canoes, were not leaving anytime soon. The strangers had asked for “a water supply and a place to stay” (Townsend, p. 4) signaling that they were here to stay. Our village of Werowocomoco has thrived under the leadership of my father, but people are worried that these white strangers will threaten our way of life. For my nine years alive I had seen these canoes pass by the bay before and rarely did they stay for a couple of days. It was only a matter of time before these large canoes and their travelers decided to remain here. Horrifying tales speak of how the white man came into our lands and kidnapped one…
The sound of the crashing waves, the heat of the suns' rays, and the warmth of my family surrounded me. I was in California, and I was home. California is a place of diversity; one finds themselves with the opportunity of pursing who and what they want to do with their lives. Family is close, vacation is even closer, and home is near. Walking down the steps of a long, four hour flight, I was more than thrilled to step into the world of dreams. The west coast state brings: attraction, love, and a life full of happiness. In other words, it's a gift called life.…