Orange County Heroes Journey

Ordinary World: Sean lives in Orange county. He goes surfing all the time, has a girlfriend, parties, and has divorced but rich parents and an older brother who is on drugs.

Call to adventure: One of his three friends dies while trying to surf a giant wave.

Refusal of the call: Sean spends many hours on the beach thinking but doesn't know what to do.

Meeting with the mentor: Sean finds a book by B.J. Skinner in the sand and reads it. he falls in love with the book and reads it many times over the next month.

Crossing the Threshold: after the many emotional readings of the book he decides that he wants to become a writer. He sells his board and decides that he must get into Stanford if he wants to become a writer.

Tests, Allies, Enemies: His School Counselor sends in the wrong transcript and He doesn't get accepted to Stanford.

Approach:He has an interview with one of the guys in charge of Stanford but while it is going on his weird friends come in, his brother walks in in his underwear, his mom gets drunk, and his stepdad comes in with his head bleeding.

Ordeal:Sean, his brother, and his girlfriend drive to Stanford. They go to the admissions office but don't get what they need. His brother stays there while his girlfriend and him go to the Dean of admissions house.

Reward:They accidentaly get the Dean high and he is going to let Sean into Stanford

The Road Back: They drive back to the Admisions building and it is on fire.

Resurrection: Seans girlfriend leaves him for the night. He Finds out that His brother has burned down the SStanford Admissions building, but while walking around campus he meets B.J Skinner. Skinner tells him that he doesn't need Stanford to make him a good writer.

Return with Elixer: Seans dad gets him into stanford but he declines. He decides to stay in Orange County as a writer. He starts surfing with his friends. His parents get back together, and his girlfriend loves him again.

Hero: Sean

Mentor: B.F. Skinner and his book

Threshold Guardian

A gift I'd like to give

The Gift of Having Fun

Caleb McCurry

Recently, there were 4 students from Lone Peak High School who were cited for disorderly conduct after rapping their order at Mcdonald’s. A couple of week before that there was another Lone Peak student who was suspended for a day after rushing the field after the Lone peak football team won against Brighton who had not been scored on until that game. These should be our heroes.

There is a strange state of mind going through Lone Peak High School and much of Northern Utah. They think than they need to live for their future, and their future needs to be what their parents and the police deem as perfect. In other words they think "We can't have anything on our criminal record or we will never get into college" and, "If I don't get into BYU with an academic scholarship I will never have a job" or in other words,"we need to be safe, overachieving nerds or we will fail at life." This is a false idea and is turning this area into a wasteland of dull zombie youth.

I would like to take one of the worst of these barely living youth and teach them how to have fun. I would teach them that until you are married, danger is not a bad thing. I would like to teach them that just passing is good enough and well worth it. I would like to teach them that if you are only having fun, the consequences for breaking the law are worth it. I would like to teach them to escape the assembly line and better their lives because of it. I would like to give them a gift.

There are four rules that must be followed as they escape the conveyor belt to avoid injury. Rule #1- Getting to Heaven is the most important thing, but being stopped by police, losing your 4.0 g.p.a, and occasionally making a fool of yourself are not against your religion. Rule#2- You need to graduate high school and get a college degree, but you can still do that if you skip class or don't turn in your homework every once in a while. D's get Diplomas. Rule #3-Don't hurt or injure others...unless it's funny. Rule #4-Be cool to everyone unless they are a douche bag to you. If that happens you can beat them up, unless they are a girl and/or they can beat you up. In that case just avoid them.

The first thing I would like to teach them is to not worry. This is the first step to change their life and all other improvements rely on completing this step. This has three segments for me to teach them. The first is to teach them not to worry about what people think. The best way is to go to the mall and have them walk into a store shirtless and ask for a job as a model or a live mannequin. I will probably have to slowly move up to this. This is by far the hardest part of the process. The next part is to teach them not to worry about injury. This is easy. If they are taken cliff diving or to the bike jump into the sliding rock pond this fear is quickly lost. To eliminate the last fear, the fear of authority, would also be fairly easy. I would have them skip class and get kicked out of Walmart at the same time. They would definitely resist to each of these lessons but if I am patient they will open up to enlightenment.

I will teach the remaining lessons to them with a simple example. Joe has $100 he is able to use to have fun so he goes to lagoon and then takes his girlfriend to Mimi's Cafe. His mom then got mad because he came home later than she wanted. He waisted his whole day in line, ate fancy food, his girlfriend was unimpressed, and he had no more money. Joe’s friend Mike also had $100 to use for fun. He told his dad he was going to go camping. He then filled his car with food storage (his mom was glad to get rid of it), drove to California, and slept under the bushes near the beach. He also met some Mexicans who taught him how to surf. Every night he called his mom with his cell phone (carefully not talking about where he was). Although Mike also didn't have any money at the end of the week, his mom was happy to have him back when he returned and his girlfriend loved the stories and the shell he brought back for her. If you live like Mike, then life will be better for you and the people around you.

When these last lessons are learned my job will be done. It may sound like an impossible task and I don't blame anyone who thinks it can't be done. I would not believe such a change could happen if I didn't change myself with the same process. I was once as boring as any other kid at Lone Peak. I only found a better way of life after talking to my cousin. He told me how to have live. In the next few months I followed the same training mentioned above. I learned how to have fun and that is why I want to give the gift of having fun.

Caleb McCurry

11114N 5730W Highland Ut. 84003

801-763-0128

Lone Peak High School

Swim Team

In the bubble it’s hot and steamy.
The light is dim and a little weird
This place is always dreamy
There is nothing to be feared

I spend my time here
I spend my life here
This is part of me
I don’t think I can leave

My friends are here
What am I talking about?
This is my only true friend
This one will never leave.

I will miss the girls
And my family isn’t bad
But when I go on a mission
The pool will make me sad.

my life

Swimming

24
Born Saudi moved utah started private school went to Timberline went lonepeak joined swimming became lifeguard earned eagle bought motorcycle visited alaska came here.

after Saudi i Came and

i was Here until i Went back.

i Started Swimming.
i Went slow but Became faster.
i didn't Guard my Private Life
i Earned hunger in Eagle School
i Became crazy Here
my Life was like a Motorcycle

I remember 2

I remember the pain I had
I remember many funerals
I remember failing in school
I remember that I was sad.
Poems like this are always boring.

I remember winning the race
I remember the fun I had
I remember my dream in space
I Remember a life that’s rad
Poems like this are always best

I remember poem

I remember when life turned good
I was no longer stuck in mud
The sky turned blue, birds flew
And I was happy.

Journal Entry

Four Alarm Fire
Prompt #15
This is a painting of a real scene. The painting the firefighter is looking at is actually a large framed photo. It only looks like it is painted because from our view everything in the scene was painted (firefighter, frame, photo, weird pole with stand). The picture the firefighter is looking at is a photo in the fire station hallway. There are many photos of fires in the hallway. They are the photos of the worst fires that this station has fought. The firefighter is looking at what appears to be the worst fire in the hallway. This fire was a miracle because there were no deaths even though there were seven people trapped in the building. This is the firefighter who had rescued all of them.

Impulse 2

Ray: I’m going to have the caliph.
Scott: What the smack is a caliph?
Ray: Its scrambled eggs with chicken liver and sardines.
Scott: If you get the caliph then I’m getting escargo on my birthday next month..
Ray: It’s worth it.
Scott: This tradition blows.
Ray: This tradition is Rad. The fact that I can order whatever I want for you and you have to eat it, how much better can a birthday get.
Scott: Here comes the waiter, remember It’s my birthday next next month.
Ray(to waiter): Hello, can I get the large stack with scrambled eggs and hashbrowns for me and the large caliph for my younger brother. Oh and a large glass of milk for my brother, I think he might need it.
Waiter: Ok, it will be here in just a minute.
Scott: The large caliph, that has to be the nastiest thing on the menue.
Ray: I know, and the best part is that you have to eat the whole thing.
Scott: oh no, here comes the waiter again.
Ray(to the waiter as he grabs the plates) Thank you, these pancakes look delitious and I am sure my brother will enjoy that beautifull caliph.
Scott: look at this thing.
Ray: come on bro, that doesn’t look that bad, just pretend its big pieces of black bacon. And if you don’t breathe, you won’t smell the funk.
Scott: Why is this even on the menue? And who are the creepers who normally get this. Sigh…
Ray: you have to eat it, and its only going to get worse as it gets cold.
Scott: I don’t think it can get any worse than it already is.(Stick a fork in the food and eat it)
Ray: haha hhha haaaa
Scott: you know, it really isn’t that bad.(take another bite)
Ray: your crazy
Scott: it’s weird how good it is. You should try it.(eat a few mor bites)

Ray: you don't look like your struggling. I might as well try it.(eat a bite)....uooghh this is raunchy. sick uoghrroohh
Scott(laughing) I can't believe you ate it hahah. now where's the milk?

Character Sketch

The Turtle
The unusual stone, warmed by the sun slowly stretches out scaled limbs and scoots itself like a reptilian penguin to the end of the log. Like a drunk on a barstool the turtle falls into the lake and swims like a damaged alien submarine to the bottom. One on the bottom he lays on the bottom in a near perfect disguise like a mine ready to destroy and submarine unfortunate enough to go by. In several minutes a small bass swims across a round segmented piece of basalt. A flash of movement and a cloud of blood. The fish is nowhere to be seen. The turtle slowly swims to the surface, and just as clumsily as before, he climbs back onto the log.

Impulse Dialogue

That swim meet was awesome, said Max to Sean.
I know, I can’t believe we won, said Sean with a huge grin on his face.
Happily Max said, the relay at the end was the craziest… what are we listening to.
Sorry, said Sean, this is what my girlfriend listens to. I know I sound weird but I am starting to kind of like country music. It’s getting fuzzy, you can change it if you want to.
Quickly Max changed it to the reggae station as he said, I can’t believe you would choose fuzzy country over amazing reggae.
After a short pause Sean complained, I’m hungry, do you want to get some food?
Denny’s is open, offered max, let’s stop there.
Sean jokingly said, you need a girlfriend.
I know said max, what’s the deal?
There is your sister. He continued thoughtfully.
No way man, said Sean angrily as Max laughed. That’s not funny.
They had arrived at Denny’s and had just sat down when Sean asked max, what should I get?
I don’t know said Max... I am going these two as he pointed to the two largest things on the menu..
That’s ridiculous, said Sean with a sigh.
I’m starving explained max, you know I eat like a wolverine after swim meets.
You always eat like a wolverine laughed Sean.
After the old decomposing waiter came and left Sean Joked, She was kind of cute, why don’t you ask her out?
That’s disgusting said max, not during dinner.

First Story First Page

I have conquered. That is what Mike thought as he left the navy base and hopped into his new hummer 1. He had just finished his training as a Navy S.E.A.L. and was scheduled to begin after a 4 week break. he had finished in the top of his class and he was held in very high regard by his fellow soldiers along with his leaders.

Mike was so well respected because he was so successful after his troubled past. Mike's first memories were in a foster home. He didn’t know but he was only in there so that Maurice, the 60-something year old cat lady could collect money from the government. she was the kind of lady who cared about any one of her seven cats more than she cared about all of her 3 foster children, of whom 2 had mental disabilities and the other,Mike, was forced to appear mentally challenged because that earned more money from uncle Sam. Maurice used the extra money for the cats monthly appointments with the Petsmart animal groomer.

Mike stayed with Maurice until Mike was old enough for Elementery school. She had to give him away at that age because it became to much work to convince the government that Mike was mentally challenged. It wasn’t too much of a problem for maurice because there are always foster children who need a home and she was able to find one within the next 2 months and the cats were quickly able to return to her favorite groomer.

Intro

I Have never been a writer but I guess this is where I start. I also wasn't much of a reader in the past. I will aslo need to start reading if I am going to know how to write. I don't know how to classify myself as a writer yet and I don't know if I will find out until I try several styles. I might just stick to my own experiances modified slightly to make a better story. In reality I don't know what I am going to do.
To be completely honest I never wanted to be a writer and I only took this class for the english credit but now that I am here I might as well see how I write, if I like writing, if I like my writing, and if others like my writing.