Every year, in el Paso Texas there is a comic convention. This past year I was able to attend the el Paso comic con, unknowing of what to expect. I entered amazed by the sights sounds and people in this one building. People dressed up as their favorite charters, folks selling props and other materials. At that moment I realized all the planning I had done and work I put into going will all be worth it. I had read about the El Paso comic con on its official online site, and realized that it would take a little saving to be able to attend and I didn’t want to go alone. I had convinced my best friend as well as my step sister to attend the comic con with me. I decided I wanted to try to dress up as one of my preferred characters from my favorite
What started out as a hobby transformed into a passion for an art form that allows me to use movements and expressions to tell a story. Whether I’m on stage in front of an audience of just friends and family, hundreds of strangers and a panel of judges, or the whole school, performing over thirty times, has helped me build lifelong
The night was young, times were crazy and it was only the beginning of my senior year. It was still warm out and it still felt like summer; we didn’t know that we could have this much fun in one night, but we knew we were going to have fun no matter what. My first concert had to be one of the best nights of my life and one of my most favorite nights of my life during my senior year. It all began when my buddy Alex Kramper decided to give me a phone call and wanted to know if I wanted to go to an Imagine Dragons concert at the Verizon Wireless Amplifier Theater for only twenty bucks, I responded with a hell yeah, the concert was only in a weak.
One of the most surprising and uncommon events happened to me in the summer of 2015, Sedona, Arizona. It started out as a pleasant summer getaway; visiting the Grand Canyon, Sedona rock slides, and just having an amazing, memorable time with friends and family. One day, we decided that it would be enjoyable to have a picnic in the forest. The trees were deep green and lush. The tranquil, relaxing stream of a nearby river could be heard, and birds were chirping cheerfully. After lunch, we all decided upon venturing deeper into the forest near the river. On a rock, a single bright, pastel green caterpillar- equipped with unique spikes, caught our eyes. None of us had ever seen such a creature. We were captivated and intrigued. Since we were not
Aspen, Colorado, the town I grew up in. The town where I first learned to speak, swim and do many other things. Life in Aspen is perfect. Skiing on the powdered slopes during the winter, hiking grueling mountains during the summer and exploring it’s majestic beauty any season. Aspen’s captivating beauty is also filled with fond memories everywhere that take me back to my childhood: seeing mom bears desperately reaching for the tart crabapples to feed their young, playing volleyball with my brother on the scorching sand, and getting frustrated because I could never hit the ball with enough force to make it over the net, watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left. I had it, the mountains, the snow, the house, I had it all. Although in the summer of 2012 everything changed.
Growing up as an adolescent, I was first introduced to the Spanish language. I was always told that my parents’ souls lied deep within the beautiful state of Durango, Mexico and that in turn, I would never amount to much. I come from a long line of uneducated individuals, my father discontinued his studies at the mere age of fourteen while my mother merely continued her studies until high school. This, in consequence, places me amongst the first-generation of students in my family to receive an education outside of Mexico. Finding a place to settle was not always something that came to us easily. My father had to work two jobs in order to put food on our table while my mother was forced to stay home and care for the children. Easily, the most
It was in the early 1800’s in Roanoke County, Virginia. Roanoke County, Virginia was situated in the middle of Virginia with the scenery of the small mountains of the Appalachians in the background. Both the scenery, and the people that lived in the region were very rugged. The climate was hot and humid in August, and switched to cold and dry in January, so one had to be rugged and able to adapt to variations in temperature such as this.
On March 11, 2016, I was to be going to a concert starring Frank Sinatra Jr. It was the most thrilling news I had heard in awhile. My father and I had purchased the tickets months in advance. Almost immediately after our ticket purchase was confirmed, I started to prepare my attire for the special night. Everything had to be exquisite. There was no way I was going to show up to a concert starring Frank Sinatra Jr and not wear something nice. Each day I would take a look at the outfit chosen and change something about it. Not only was I apprehensive about my dress, but I was also determined to stay
My back was still as stiff as a plank when we arrived at her house. The dreaded plane ride from Frisco, Texas to Grand Junction, Colorado was longer than I had expected it to be. I was bouncing off the walls to see my Memaw Glenda though. Apart from being the nicest, and most generous person ever, Memaw Glenda was my grandmother that I visited every summer break. She was a crucial influence in my childhood life and still is. I was content, and I knew that this visit would be spectacular with Glenda around. Memaw doesn’t live in an average, house-by-house neighborhood. She lives in the country area surrounded by mountains and forests; each house is separated by about a mile. As soon as I saw the mountains as tall as giants,
How many of you like to travel? Do you travel alone or with group of people? How about go to another country alone? Could you ever imagine to take a plane and fly away somewhere by yourself? Some people get freaked out just mentioning this. They start thinking about all this horror stories of kidnapping, robbery, cheating. However, there is no guarantee that it is not going to happen if you are with your friend.
My close friend was going on a trip to California to get his senior pictures taken. He asked me to go and of course I said yes. The flight took off in Grand Rapids and landed in Texas. We got onto a different plane there and we were on our way to Cali. The first night we were there it was really late, so we just went to bed. The next day we walked down to the kitchen and were introduced to everyone in the house. Another family that I didn’t know about and I met them. The oldest was Turner, who became a really good friend after this adventure, and Carmen who was younger.
Over the last few years, music festivals have been known for common places where the cultural appropriation of Natives is seen as a fashion trend. The attendees and even some performers are known to be decked in headdresses, faux feathers, and war paint as a fashion statement or costume. This not only disrespects the Native people and their culture but perpetuates the stereotypes and reduces them to a costume. Festivals like Coachella and Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) are common places that are known for their attendees
It was another boring day in Tulsa, Oklahoma because there are no kids my age. I am 9 now with my five older brothers that were born a day apart, and my brothers are now eighteen. We are a poor family, so my brothers and I got home schooled , But since they are older they take turns homeschooling me. I would be in 4th grade so my brothers try to teach me what I would learn in 4th grade. I live with my brothers because my parents died when I was one, and my brothers were 10. We had to go to an orphanage for 8 years before my brothers could legally adopt me.
Sitting in the backseat for miles. Stopping at multiple destinations. Driving from one state to the next. Becoming surrounded by nature. No phone service. No sleep for over twenty four hours. My trip to Yellowstone National Park was one to remember.
The moment had finally arrived, we were about to enter the newly built stadium. As we approached the entrance, there was a small line of people waiting their turn to be frisked. While waiting in line, I noticed that there were certain things not allowed into the stadium for safety reasons. One lady had a large chain that resembled a dog chain in her pocket. The guard told her to take it back to her car or throw it in the trash. When the lady threw her chain in the trash I realized how devoted some of these fans really were. I thought to myself," maybe I'm not as big of fan as I thought," and continued through the gates. After our entire group got through security we had to separate, due to the different seating assignments.
There is an event that I just can describe as one of the most unique and memorable in my life: attending my first concert. After years of listening to Ron Pope’s music, watching his YouTube channel, and following all of his social media accounts, the satisfaction of seeing someone whose music has been the soundtrack to my life for so long was unreal. There were moments that I had to internally remind myself that this is, in fact, happening in real life. Being a dedicated (some may say eccentrically so) fan is tough work – and I was rewarded with two hours of pure magic for one night. Attending my first concert was a unique event that I will always remember fondly because of the atmosphere, the amazing performance and the sense of connection