I could die. I mean I really could, and who would find our bodies? And if they did find my dead rotting carcass I wonder what the autopsy would say? Mauled by an overly aggressive bear? Attacked by a massive furry canadian moose? Ok, maybe I was being a bit forward but after hearing news about another boy scout who had died at Philmont Scout Ranch due to a flash flood. These ideas and many more (even more gruesome) populated my subconscious and conscious state of mind. Northern Tier is no easy feat. It’s not as if someone can just say “Oh yeah let's do that next weekend!” Oh au contraire! It took months of planning to go on our Northern Tier trek in the Great White North (Canada). Northern Tier is a Boy Scout high adventure camp in Canada that …show more content…
tests your endurance and strength as you paddle in canoes for upwards of 50 miles (it can get as long as 200 miles) in riverways and dense forests. This trip can take from 5 days to 2 weeks depending on what you are doing during your trek and how far you want to go. My boy scout troop had been planning this trip for 2 years now and as the date neared we kicked planning into high gear and got everything ready for our journey. This trip required some special gear. You would need jungle boots (shoes that drain water out), tons of water wicking clothing (did not absorbs water), and waterproof bags. Pretty much everything besides that was just normal camping gear like flashlights and mess kits. But of course there is only one place you can get all of this gear, REI. This store could make any camping junkie salivate at just the sound of its name. This is because they have everything from emergency zombie first aid kits to books detailing the all the mammals that are native Yosemite. After spending what was probably an eternity in REI I walked out with at least $200 worth of gear. Looking back at all the stuff I bought, I would have been ready for a zombie sharknado apocalypse. This shopping spree was executed weeks before my trip actually started. So this left weeks to build up the anticipation of leaving. After a seemingly entire lifetime it was just a few hours before I left. These few hours before the trip started, a thought rang through my head. “Could I do it?” It’s one thing to say you’ll do something but is another to actually fulfill it. I don’t know if I could really do it. My troop had planned for this trip to be 100 miles, which was quite a ways. Our trip finally reached it’s beginning as we pulled up to the drop off zone for Delta Airlines at SFO. I arrived with Jared one of my best friends from school and from back in cub scouts who had been with me throughout my entire scouting career. So as we walked into the Airport hit with the smell of cinnabon and that kind of antiseptic smell. We walked over to where we saw some of our fellow scouts and I greeted them with hello and I smiled as I thought about how this was the beginning of our grand adventure. I stood there for a few minutes just chatting with the other scouts. The time arrived when we had to go to our terminal to board. About 10 minutes later after having just boarded, we were in cushy seats enjoying only the finest, dietest of cokes as we played on these screens we had in front of our seats. These screens had everything, poker, Live TV, and FREE MOVIES. So as soon as I saw that I knew what I’d be doing rest of the airplane ride. Right before I had buried myself under blankets and got ready for a 5 hour binge watch, I saw the perfect opportunity for a funny instagram post sleeping next to my friend James. “James,” I whispered he turned and looked at me and replied replied with “What?” And I pointed at the seat next to him and he turned and noticed the passenger on his right was passed out with one of those sleeping face masks. And we had been on the plane for like 2 minutes, so this guy must have passed like instantly. Needless to say 1 minute later I had posted a picture of James with this guy onto instagram. If you ask me why now, I’ll just tell you I have no idea. I guess I had thought it was funny at the time. After touching down super early in the morning we pick up our bags and board a private bus where we all pass out with red eyes because we had all been looking at tiny screens for the past 5 hours. We were in this luxury bus that had wood paneling and stuff. I felt like I was suddenly upper class or something. But the novelty got old fast as we were crammed in this bus the whole day. We did take a few stops along the way however, a few stops along the way (we stopped at a home depot like place, a museum right next to lake superior, and a stop at a place for breakfast. We stopped for the night at an awesome hotel where played pool till’ 1 in the morning. We all woke up in flurry to gather up our gear and get out of the hotel and back on the road. After about half an hour on the road we stopped at Lake Vermilion-Soudan Underground Mine State Park which was awesome!
They take you on an underground mine tour and you learn a “ton”, see what I did there? So we exited the park a few hours later and within an hour or two we arrived at the Charles L Sommers Northern Tier base. There we learned more about the trip and what was laid ahead of us. We also learned why a mass genocide of all mosquitoes must be executed. THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! The next morning we set off and I saw just how difficult this trip would be. We had to flip a canoe onto our shoulders, and being as scrawny as I was sure didn’t help. We also had to learn about all the gear we were bringing along with us. We set off after a few hours of training with all our gear in our canoes and got on the water to begin the hard part of the adventure. I sat Duff that first half of the day. And for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term it means to sit in the middle of the canoe dying of boredom as two other people in the stern (back) and bow (front) paddled. Okay maybe I’m not cutting it enough slack. As Duff you are also supposed to help navigate as you are the only person on the boat who has their hands free. So as I sat there feeling useless, Griffin and our Guide Matt were paddling away. We
paddled away until Lunch time when we reached the US/Canadian border. After a little exploring of a man made waterfall and eating lunch we set off into now Canadian waters. This was the first time I had paddled on the trip so I was getting used to the pattern of paddling and trying to embrace what little willpower I had to not give up. We finally reached our first camp spot after a long day’s work of paddling. We set up camp and fished. This was a fairly typical day on the water. Flash forward 5 days and now I have a nasty poison oak rash all up leg and we have a canoe with a huge gash along it’s side which we had patched up with duct tape and bark from a tree but it still leaked a little water. So I sat duff most of the time in that canoe using a cup to scoop water out of the canoe. and The 6th day in was definitely the hardest out of our 9 and a half days out on the water. During this portage I reached my greatest challenge so far. A super long portage carrying the food bag. A portage is the carrying of a boat or its cargo between two navigable waters. Which is why carrying a 70 pound pack (which is like 70% of my total weight) for almost a full mile. This wasn’t the only portage we had deon, it’s just that this was one of the most difficult. SO as I struggled with this super heavy bag on my back I sweat and grumbled. Looking back on it I probably looked like some crazy hobo. But within about 15 minutes of complete misery and torture I finally reached the water’s edge of the destination. In the background of my heavy breathing I heard all the guys saying good job and asking how it went. But to be honest I was about to pass out. The last day we arrived on shore in Atikokan Canada. That was 103 miles from our starting position back in the US. As soon as we saw the cellular tower near base we knew that we had found civilization. I had thought I had gotten super tan. I had gotten somewhat tan but most of it turned out to be dirt.
The Greenland Natives were killed around 1000 A.D and many assumed that Leif Erikson was the murder. However, the time that this occurred Erikson was around the age of 8. How could an 8 year old kill all those natives? The answer is that he didn’t kill them, his father did. Erik the red was Leif’s father and the culprit of the Greenland Native’s deaths. Some people may have associated Leif with his father or just thought Leif did it all. But according to Saga Of Erik The Red, c. 1000 Red did it all.
Murder on a Sunday morning is a documentary of an unfortunate mishap with the legal justice system that happens one of many times. In Jacksonville, Florida the year of 2001, May 8th there was a horrific scenery at Ramada hotel. A women named Mary Ann Stevens and her husband were tourists, while leaving their room early Sunday morning around 9AM a gunshot fatally killed Mary Ann and ended the couple’s vacation. When cops arrived at the scene and investigated they took notes on what the suspect looked like from the husband, “ The suspect is skinny black male dark shorts unknown shirt on foot running south bound…. Fishlike hat on.”- cop at the scene. When the cops were driving around they’ve spotted an African American
The Murderers Are Among Us, directed by Wolfe Gang Staudte, is the first postwar film. The film takes place in Berlin right after the war. Susan Wallner, a young women who has returned from a concentration camp, goes to her old apartment to find Hans Mertens living there. Hans took up there after returning home from war and finding out his house was destroyed. Hans would not leave, even after Susan returned home. Later on in the film we find out Hans was a former surgeon but can no longer deal with human suffering because of his traumatic experience in war. We find out about this traumatic experience when Ferdinand Bruckner comes into the film. Bruckner, Hans’ former captain, was responsible for killing hundreds
The sentencing of underage criminals has remained a logistical and moral issue in the world for a very long time. The issue is brought to our perspective in the documentary Making a Murderer and the audio podcast Serial. When trying to overcome this issue, we ask ourselves, “When should juveniles receive life sentences?” or “Should young inmates be housed with adults?” or “Was the Supreme Court right to make it illegal to sentence a minor to death?”. There are multiple answers to these questions, and it’s necessary to either take a moral or logical approach to the problem.
The “Man I Killed” takes us into the Vietnam War and tell us about a soldiers first time of killing another individual. The author describes a Viet Cong soldier that he has killed, using vivid, physical detail with clear descriptions of the dead mans’ fatal wounds. O'Brien envisions the biography of this man and envisions the individual history of the dead Vietnamese soldier starting with his birthplace moving through his life, and finished with him enrolling in the Vietnamese Army. O'Brien also describes some of the dead soldiers’ hopes and dreams. The author uses this history in an attempt to make the dead man more realistic to the reader
The CNN Documentary “Homicide in Hollenbeck” described several criminal issues that have affected the Hollenbeck community. The documentary focused on the life of a gang member and recruitment of juveniles within the community. Criminological issues discussed in the documentary includes gang and gun violence, drug sales, homicide and vandalism. Interviews were conducted of personal experiences and opinions on neighborhood issues with members of a notorious gang known as White-Fence gang, police officers and family members who lost their loved ones in the hands of gang violence.
On the afternoon of September 1st, 2015, Illinois Police Lieutenant Joe Gliniewicz radioed in from the Fox Lake area saying he was exiting his patrol car to check on a few suspicious men. Not long after, the officer was found shot dead at the scene, he had one bullet in his vest, and the other hitting close to the heart. Officer Gliniewicz’s belongings were scattered at the scene, which made it seem like he was struggling at the time of his death. However, investigators came to the conclusion that Gliniewicz staged his suicide to make it look like he was murdered. Apparently, he was living a double standard life for over 20 years.
It was a nice winter day in 2021 when Mr. Boddy invited me to a party that I was driving to. I'm Ms. Scarlet Boddy's friend from when we were kids. People say I have begun to cold hearted and I disagreed with them. But they always say that, I'm cold hearted. I was driving all the way to Mr. Boddy's house, but I did get there real early and others thank that that´s how I could have planned to kill Mr. boddy, and by time they could have got there I would be finish planning in time to kill Mr. Boddy but I can prove them wrong in one blink of an eye. Mr. Boddy had everything locked and away when I got there.
This was a very difficult Journal for me. As I tried to think back to my childhood, I could
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
a narrative of how he kills a "foe", and that this "foe" could be a friend if
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
The next day I woke with no belief that I was still alive. I didn't know where was I going to go because that one guard saw my face and I am pretty sure he knows who I am now. I had to disguise myself but I didn't know how. Except for shaving my hair. My beautiful, beautiful hair. I didn't want to cut my hair but I had no choice to. It was the only way I was going to live and not be eliminated or die in whatever way the army men kill you if you disobey their rules. Of course I didn't trust Zachary to cut my hair because we were buds and buds jack with each other. I didn't trust Frederick that much either because I didn't know him that much but he was the adult so I made him get it. He was really worried that he was going to hurt me but then
preparation rather than just strapping on a backpack, boots and just heading out. The main
Michael Sanders, a Professor at Harvard University, gave a lecture titled “Justice: What’s The Right Thing To Do? The Moral Side of Murder” to nearly a thousand student’s in attendance. The lecture touched on two contrasting philosophies of morality. The first philosophy of morality discussed in the lecture is called Consequentialism. This is the view that "the consequences of one 's conduct are the ultimate basis for any judgment about the rightness or wrongness of that conduct.” (Consequentialism) This type of moral thinking became known as utilitarianism and was formulated by Jeremy Bentham who basically argues that the most moral thing to do is to bring the greatest amount of happiness to the greatest number of people possible.