As we trudged over broken boulders and through towering oak trees, I began to feel hopeless. This was my one chance to prove my capabilities as a leader on the trail, and I was failing miserably. It was my 2nd day as the acting crew leader of our 80-mile trek, and we were hopelessly lost somewhere in the New Mexican wilderness. I dared to glance back at the rest of my crew and was met with glares plastered on each and everyone's faces, their accusatory stairs boring into me, making me feel somehow guiltier than I already did. I thought back to the events that had occurred within the past couple of hours. The sun was at its peak, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky as we as plodded through the dry dessert heat. Grant started to angrily question
Wiping the sweat from my brow I called a halt to the crew. Phil and I dumped our packs and found a comfy boulder to rest on. I looked back to where the last guys were coming from back down the trail. They had stopped talking a while back and marched slowly along the dirt trail. Phil produced an energy-bar he’d saved from breakfast and began to munch on it as I drained another water bottle. After the refreshing drink I laid back against the rock and stared up at the pine trees. But a moment later, hearing grumble about sore legs, I sat up, grinning, “By the map we only have another couple hours.”
I am an chinese and mexican american. You might think those are the best mixes of race you can get but you are truly wrong? Growing up in a small farm town in the outskirts of San Diego I truly wish I was white like the rest of the kids at my school. For the hardships I have faced with race discrimination I am truly ashamed of being the color and human genetics I have.
Sitting there, about to row towards the professors, a bead of sweat dripped into the wound. Not only did I realize that this tiny cut would be a bother until it scabbed, but the pain of a half a day’s rowing suddenly caught up. Then I realized that the “adventure” of walking through the tree island had felt more like a difficult mission than the fun time I had expected. This got me really upset.
He did not attempt to conceal the danger and difficulties that would inevitably attend the undertaking. Nor did he forget to remind them, that should their efforts be followed by success, they would be entitled to, and would receive the grateful acknowledgments of their country. “It is probable,” he said, ”that some of us may not survive the daring attempt. But I ask you to hazard no dangers which will not be shared with you by your commander, and I pledge to you my honor, that in every difficulty and danger, I will take the lead.”
The Commander of the division to which I belonged, as soon as soon as we were on board the ship, appointed me to boatswain, and ordered me to go to the captain and demand of him the keys to the hatches and a dozen candles. I made the demand accordingly, and the captain promptly replied, and delivered the articles; but requested me at the same time to do no damage to the ship or the rigging. We then were ordered to ...
I love camping and spending time outside, but this summer I had a completely new experience when I visited the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Before leaving, I had very little knowledge of the Boundary Waters. After getting advice from friends and purchasing some special equipment, I realized that camping there was going to be much more complicated than I had thought.
Going back to Mexico after ten years is a little crazy but it was worth the ride. I will always recognize Mexico as my home but America as a special place in my heart.
I was born to two indigenous parents of Southern California. My mother is Cahuilla and my father is Luiseno. I was surrounded by the Cahuilla culture my whole life. Although I grew up surrounded by the Cahuilla culture I don’t know a lot about the culture like I should. There have been opportunities to learn more about the Cahuilla culture, however, I neglected those opportunities. I would avoid participating in cultural games, cultural classes, and cultural celebrations. I would try so hard to hide my ethnicity and culture from people because I was too worried about what people would think because of stereotypes. I wanted to avoid the awkward conversations of people assuming indigenous people have loads money, we don't have to pay taxes, we
On the walk back one of our leaders wanted to make this a learning experience because in scouts we can’t do anything fun without out a moral. He asked us how we could relate this experience to a principle of life. Giving it thought I decided that my experience could be related to the story of the lion and the mouse. Nobody really wanted me on their team because I was not as skilled, but I was able to help
As you could probably tell, my brother and I were quite different. Him being extravagantly gregarious and me being introverted and unmistakably lazy. I prefer curling up in bed with a good book. My brother and I trudged up the steep, undulating trail. He was yearning to take me to this cave he had discovered with his hiking group. He lacked the connoisseur characteristic as he always chose the most laborious hikes. I firmly believed the best hikes were non-existent ones. This was even more wearisome than any of the others hikes he's dragged me on. This being because our destination was on the tip top of a colossal mountain making the air meager and difficult to breathe. Being not even halfway up the mountain, my fatigue was incipient and I sincerely didn’t think I could take much more. I looked up ahead at my brother, who was far in front of me and ebullient, flying up the hill as if it was effortless. He abruptly stopped where he was. Not moving, not making a single sound. He looked back at me with an expression of sheer terror and
I can’t believe what I had done last night. It was all of my fault… I killed three hopeless soldiers. I just can’t keep their deathly screams out of my mind. Although I killed these soldiers it was for the good of my group. I had to step up and do it. If I had not killed them, the troopers would’ve killed us. I could not off have done it but to save corrie and Kevin I had to even though I will remember this all of my life and it will haunt me in every possible way. Apart from this, today has been pretty cautious. Since the whole explosion I suppose those greedy pigs are out and about to find us. For a moment last night, I thought we were as dead as the rabbit’s we shot at home. The match as I threw it it’s flame suddenly extinguished but regained
There was nothing but excitement while driving down with the bags packed and loaded and my classmates by my side. My Odyssey started with me beside one of my closest friends Hannah, which as the Odyssey continued I was taught that people enter and leave your life very quickly. Hannah and I sat, talked and napped the 5 hour bus ride away. While we were awake we waited patiently for the bus too stop and let us off and for the driver to announce that we have reached our destination. While on the bus the teachers and councillors gave the entire bus a series of strict instructions. As usual I wasn't paying attention to their words, but two points in particular caught my attention and caused me to stop talking for a brief moment. The first point being that this trip is meant to strengthen us more than just physically but also our mental state and our bonds and friendships with one another, the second point was that this trip should teach us to value the little things in life and all that we have and we should be detoxed from technology and separated from society. Besides those two points the rest of them had been drowned out by the talking of my peers and my own voice. Besides just voices at that time the only thing that occupied my mind was the seat I was in, Hannah, and getting off the bus. Our seats where the fourth row back on the right side of the bus, I remember everything down to the cluttered pile of trash we had, and the graphic on the chairs. The seats were a mixture of light and dark blues, and had speckles of yellow and orange lines going through it. The chairs also had a very wooly and rough texture that brought two different emotions one being comfort and the other displeasure. Our seats also had an assortment of trash in the front pouch of the seat, the trash ranged from juice boxes we had finished to half eaten candy bars. I was seated in the aisle with
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
McCoy feels guilty because he could have helped out more. But, he blames was of the high adrenaline flow. That if they had changed their plans, some of the hikers could have been injured or worse, could have died. In this environment it was very
The worst day of my life began innocently enough with my small group of friends preparing to explore a cave. Each month the four of us, I, Jill, John, and Ted, would choose two or three caves and spend our weekends engrossed in exploring them. Today’s cave was a special one; it afforded just a small window of opportunity for exploration because it flooded completely with each high tide. As we checked our packs and made sure all our spelunking and survival gear was in order, a rather jovial, but sizable, fellow by the name of Scott Porker happened by and asked if he could join our group. We agreed, as we were always happy to be in the company of a kindred spirit, and since the tide had just gone out we began our descent into the cave.