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Hero’s Journey




Ordinary World- Grandpa  and grandson on christmas eve.
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Charlie (the grandpa's first name) getting ready for Christmas

Call to Adventure- the grandson wants to hear a story
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Not enough money to go to the traditional family reunion

Refusal of the Call- Grandpa doesn't know what story to tell.
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Charlie doesn't think he can go.

Meeting with the Mentor- Grandpa is the mentor
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Violin teacher is the mentor and tells charlie about a way he could earn money so that he could go to the Family reunion.

Crossing the Threshold- Grandpa and grandson cross the threshold into the world of the past.
or  for the Grandpa's journey...
when charlie desides to work hard and earn the money to go to the reunion.



Tests, Allies, Enemies- there really isn't one for the kids journey
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Kids make fun of Charlie for playing his violin in the streets to make money. Nice man tells him how great he is doing.
Approach- there really isn't one for the kids journey
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Charlie finally has enough money and buys a train ticket
Ordeal-there really isn't one for the kids journey
or for the Grandpa's journey...
The train breaks down and Charlie has to find his way to the bus but he gets lost and is saved by a nice person who shows him the way to the bus stop
Re ward- the boy spends time with his grandpa
or for the Grandpa's journey...
He finally gets to be with his family. Spends christmas with them

The Road Back- the story comes to an end
or for the Grandpa's journey...
The boy is on his way home and looses the present that his grandparents gave him to give to his family.
Resurrection- there really isn't one for the kid's journey
or for the Grandpa's journey...
 He thought he would never find it and then discovers it in his suitcase

Return with Elixir- The grandson learned that you can do anything you set your mind to.
or for the Grandpa's journey...
Charlie came back with the present.

Archetype Analysis


Hero- Charlie


Mentor- Grandpa, violin teacher


Threshold Guardian- Grandpa, kids at school


Herald- ticket master


Shapeshifter- conductor
Shadow- the train

Trickster- the kids at scool

Hero's Journey

Kung Fu Panda

     Po is chilling in his Ordinary World  living in day dreams of kicking kung fu butt and pretending to love the family business of noodle making when his Call to Adventure  sounds, in the form of a gong that announces the choosing of the Dragon Warrior. It could also be argued that Po's call to adventure is when he is chosen as the Dragon Warrior. Po was eager and willing to accept the call to the Jade Palace but before he left he did Refuse the Call to be completely open and honest with his father. (Later in the movie Po refuses the call to fight Tai Lung because the scroll was blank) Once Po gets to the Jade Palace he Meets his Mentor, Shifu. Shifu is his Kung Fu Master that is to make him into the Dragon Warrior. Po then is left alone to explore a part of the Jade Palace which I consider to be his Crossing the Threshold. Soon there after he is then Tested to see what skills he has or, more accuratly, what kung fu skills he lacks. Within that first day he finds Friends like Master Oogway and learns of Enemies that include Tai Lung and the enemy of his own struggles with Kung Fu.
     After Po learns that Tai Lung has escaped prison he rededicates himself to learning the martial arts. I see this training as his Approach. Shifu announces after many days of hard wark that Po is ready to obtain the scroll. It is quite the Ordeal when Po finally unreels the scroll and it is completely blank having only a mirror-like gold sheen and no words or magic spells attached. Po then feels that because he doesn't have the special dragon warrior power he thought he would that he cannot beat Tai Lung so Po returns to the city to help the people evacuate so they won't be hurt by Tai Lung's rage. Shifu is left to hold Tai Lung off for as long as he can. In the midst of all this Po realizes that it isn't some secret that gives you power it is believing in something that makes it special. This is his Reward. Po's Road Back could be thought of as either his trip back to the Palace the first time to fight Tai Lung or his second trip to help Shifu. After Po kicks Tai Lung's sorry butt he remembers that Shifu is still back at the Palace and when he finally reaches Shifu's side he finds Shifu apearing to be dead. The Ressurection  is when Shifu bolts upright and yells at Po "I'm not dead!..." The Elixir in this story is the lesson that Po learns about self-esteem.

Hey Paula!

How is your new job going? After being a stay at home mom for so long it must be hard to go back to work. At least you love what you do. That should make it easier to get used to. So how is the house hunt going? Found anything good yet? Houses are a ton more expensive in California aren't they?  We miss you back here in Utah. The other day I almost called you to invite you to have Sunday dinner with us. Yeah I don't think you would have been able to make it.

You are such a great sister, Paula. It's no wonder I miss you so much. You have always been there for me. From those hard times before I got my depression under control, to my first break up I always new I could call on you for help. Just knowing that made me feel so much better. It still does. I can still ask for your help and I can still call you if I ever need someone to talk to and  knowing that makes me feel... like I have a lifeline. Because I know that you love me.

Paula I want you to always remeber that I will always be there for you like you have been there for me. You can call me in the middle of the night if you need to rant and you can come visit anytime. You can take my room I wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor. Paula I don't know what this life will bring either of us. I'm no fortune teller I have no clue what kind of challenges or changes will present themselves. I do know that I will always love you and that if you will just ask I will be there.
 I love you.
Your sister,
Ella 

The Rough Draft... dum dum dum!

My dearest sister Paula,

     You haven't been gone long but I miss you all the same. Sometimes it was hard living in such tight quarters but it was still great to have you so close. I miss your little boys. It is wierd for me to call them yours, even though they are your children. I guess I just always think of them as mine; my nephews.
     I wish you were still here. I guess that is a selfish desire. You have a lot of great opportunities in California. I know it is really important to you and your husband to be self sufficient. I understand that, all the same, I pray every night that you will come back here someday soon. I want to be a part of your life and not just over the phone or throught emails.
     I am really gunna miss our girls nights out and trading good books with you. I guess I won't be close enough to babysit for you anymore either. I won't be able to help you around the house or take little Zander to church. I wish that I could.  
     Thankfully, there is someone else that wants to help you just as much, no, even more, than I do. He is amazing. He moves with you where ever you go and has the power and strength to help you more than I ever could. He watches over your childred all the time. He teaches them important lessons and He gave you and your kids several amazing books they teach life lessons that help me everyday. (He gave the book to me too)  He is absolutely perfect and loves you unconditionaly.
     He has done many things for you already. He helped you find your job. He gave you sterngth on all those hard days when your kids were disobedient and your patience was running low. He healed you when you were sp violently sick last week. He helped you get packed before the moving van came. He healed dad after that horrible heart attack. These are just a few of the thousands of things that he has done for you.
    He has the most beautiful mansions, very far away from here. He has incredible connections and influence all over. He is as rich as they come and guess what? He loves you so much that He wants to give it all to you! Everything he has. All of it; Because you are His child. Yes, He is our father in heaven and he loves us so much that he would give us his mansions in heaven.
     If there was one thing that I could give you it would be a stronger relationship with your heavenly father. But that isn't a gift I am capable of giving. I can't force you to pray and ask for his help. I can't make you read the scriptures. I can't drag you to church. So I guess the only thing I can do for you is pray.
     So I will. I will pray that you will remember that He loves you I will pray that you will think of Him on hard days when you don't know where to turn. I will pray that He will give you a little extra patience with the kids when they are disobedient. I will pray that you will read the scriptures that He gave you and that you will learn from them like I have. I will pray that you will remember where you want to be after this life is over and I will pray with all my heart that you will make the choices that will bring you true happiness, the joy that only God can give. Most importantly I will pray with all my heart that we can all be together in heaven after we leave this world.

Your sister,
Ella

Love peom?...

The Boy in Car

Small arms with big hands
wrap around my neck.
leaving for far away lands
I lean in and give him a peck

I hope he knows,

from the books I read him,
from days spent at play,
from band-aids over crimson,
from the hugs given day after day.

Even if,
I left the impression intended,
Even if,
He knows that I care,
Even if,
The mistakes have been mended,
Even if,
I was always fair,

Will the pain of watching him go,
ever go away?

Will he even remember?


Will I have made a difference?

Life Story

Nerd

I grew taller,

but not much.

I became deeper,

with some help.

went to schools,

learned from books.

was a nerd...

I still am.

I Remember...

I remeber waking up in agony, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I remember being sent to the corner for being rude and disrespectful. I felt so terrible that I just sat in the corner and cried wishing that I could disappear.

I remember my first break up.

I remember crying myself to sleep because my best friend moved. For all I knew I would never see her again.


I remember the stress of spanish tests.


I remember the day they took my kittens away.

I remember getting my finger stuck in the vacuum cleaner. I wanted my mom to come home and make it all go away. Instead I got firefighters with hack saws that were taller that I was.


I remember warm summer days spent reading books and wishing I had friends to play with.

I remember my coach yelling at me because I wasn't running fast enough. I wasn't jumping high enough. I wasn't working hard enough.

I remember silent dinners where the tension was so thick I could hardly breathe.

I remember my brother squirting invisible ink on my new shirt, I was so mad, I screamed at him. All his friends laughed and I ran.

I remember walking through white corridors, with wide doors. My hand swallowed up in my dads. Tubes and needles hiding this woman that resembled my mother. She called me closer in an all too familiar voice. I backed away.

I remember the day I realized there is purpose in pain.

Journal Publication

 Goodnight

Entry #9

     It's getting late. I can feel it coming. Like the ocean's tide it comes in waves but it never stops. I watch as the tidal wave approaches.  My legs have turned to stone. The power to move has been stolen from me. I know what it will feel like, how the wave will crash over me with the force of an oncoming train. The initial impact will sting, like a slap in the face, it will leave me with a familiar ache that will engulf me completely.

     It feels like there is someone inside me; the devil? His advocate? Some twisted version of myself? I don't know who it is but this voice, this influence, this fear, attacks my soul mercilessly damaging it in unimaginable ways. It bombards me with images. They are potent and relentless. They scream inside my mind. "You aren't good enough. You never were. You never will be."

Dialogue

1-I'm glad you came. I was worried that you wouldn't show.
2-I think we need to get something straight right off the bat. This, me meeting you here, doesn't mean that I trust you.
1-What does it mean?
2-It means I'm giving you second chance.
1- I know I don't deserve that chance but thank you for giving it anyway.
2- Yeah well don't go expecting much more.
1- I won't. I just want to get to know you. Maybe if all goes well you would be willing to meet me here again?
2- Maybe.
1- Well I don't want to waste any amount of time that we have together. So tell me about yourself, Alex.
2- What do you want to know?
1- So your what 16 now? What grade are you in?
2- Yeah I'm 16. I'm a Junior at West Valley High.
1- I remember my days there. Do you like it?
2- As much as anybody likes school, I guess.
1- Ha ha. Yeah, you've got a point there.
2- Where do you live now, Richard?
1- I live in Fresno.
2- Do you have a job?
1- Yeah I'm a sales represenetive for AT&T.
2- How long have you had that job?
1-  A while.
2- So you are holding down a steady job now?
1- Yeah... I can hold a steady job.
2- So you HAVE been holding one?
1- I don't want to lie to you... I also didn't want to get into this today... I'm still struggling with my addictions but please don't just write me off I'm trying so hard!
2- Drugs or Alcohol?
1- No more drugs I have been clean of those for 3 years now. I got into a rehab program that helped me a ton with that but about 6 months ago I picked up the bottle again.
2- I don't know how you can expect me to feel safe around you, to trust you, or to be around you when you aren't fully in control of yourself. I'm sorry dad, but I can't continue this until you are sober.

The Sketch

The Sheppard


He is the the firm rock beneath my feet, quietly holding me up like a stone pillar holds up a roof. He is the vast sky above my head, giving me hope of things to come, reason to press forward. He is the pitbull barking at cunning solicitors on my porch, warning me of thier presence and thier intent. He is man's best friend with his innocent puppy dog eyes and big floppy ears disigned to dry my sorrowfull tears. He is the open journal anctiously waiting for pen to hit paper. He calls to me arms open wide, the comforter, the protector. He waits for my call like a neglected boyfriend, never straying far from the telephone. His greatest desire is to bring to pass my eternal life. His love like that of a father leading his family through his sacrifice and his example. The breath of fresh mountain air after lifeless days in an underground cave. The original painting changing the world of art simply through its existance, it's beauty, it's perfection.

The Impulse

Cami - What happened to us?

Dan - What do you mean?

Cami - I mean a week ago there wasn’t enough time in the world to talk about everything that we wanted to. Now you can hardly find a civil word to say to me.

Dan - You haven’t been a chatter-box lately either. I guess things just change.

Cami - Well what changed? Was it me? Did I do something?

Dan – I don’t know. Does it matter?

Cami – Heck yes it matters! ...To me at least.

Dan – Whatever just let it go.

Cami – I can’t just let it go. You are my best friend you matter to much to me to just “Let it go” Tell me what's going on!

Dan – I talked to Mandy, OK? I know.

Cami – Oh. I see.

Dan – Why didn’t you tell me?

Cami – I was scared okay?

Dan – You somehow mustered up the bravery to tell Mandy and Lou.

Cami – It was different with you.

Dan – Why? Don’t you think that I wanted to say goodbye?

Cami – Of course I knew you would.

Dan – You realize you still haven’t told me why you were scared...

Cami – I couldn’t tell you because you were the only one who could keep me from going.

Dan – I don’t understand. What do you mean?

Cami – You are the only person who could possibly convince me to stay.

Dan – How is that?

Cami – You mean a lot to me and you can be really persuasive…

Dan – I couldn’t persuade my mom to give me lunch money. You know that, as well as I do.

Cami – Dan, I care about you. You are the closest thing to family that I have. I didn’t want to tell you because I knew if you wanted me to stay I wouldn’t have been able to tell you no.

Short Story; Page 1

Chapter One

I cling to my sister as the shaking dies down. She is soaking my shirt with her frightened tears. A tear of two of my own have mixed with hers. Her fingernails digging into my skin remind me just how scary all this must be for her. I whisper to Becky that it will all be okay. The house has ceased it’s trembling. I think we are clear to move. I rise, still holding sweet little girl. Thankfully she isn’t too heavy; she just turned three a couple weeks ago. I carry her over to the counter which seems to be intact.

“Are you hurt?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

Of course I know she is very hurt but I can’t put a band-aid on those wounds.

I help Becky down from the counter, assured that she isn't hurt, and grab her hand. We have to get out of here before they find us. I sling my now full backpack over my shoulder. We hurry for the back door and I shut it as quietly as I can. I pick her up and run for all I'm worth. We have to get out of here. I cant let us be seen. I refuse to fail them again.

Intro

    Reading has always been one of my passions, as I am sure it always will be. Throughout my years of reading I have dicovered beauty in the written word. Not just the beauty in the flow of the words or of the ideas but of the way those words and ideas make me feel. This beauty has lead me to my desire to become a writer.
    What is a writer? A writer is someone who takes words and molds them into a peice of artwork that can express feeling in a way that others can understand. With college ruled paper thier as canvas and ink as thier paint, a writer can illistrate an intricate masterpiece using only black and white. That is something I admire, as well as something that I aim to emulate
    My writing previous to this has been limited to English assignments and my journal. So I have addressed a fairly narrow adience in the past; my teachers and myself. So, I have much to learn. And maybe, just maybe, if i work hard in this class I will start learning how to write like an artist. To write beautiful things, like the things that I love to read.