Personal Narrative: My Dream Of Bennet Newman

Nothing bums me more than having to say to the guys at the hunting store that I am now working for Bennet Newman. After spending many years making fun of his fake love for the wilderness, I feel like the most hypocrite person in the planet. When I was a kid my dream was to live in the mountains in my tent, hunting and hiking every day.
I wanted to be a hunter like my father. He taught me every little thing about hunting and surviving in the mountains. He was famous in the hunting world for his knowledge and ability to track wild animals. Naturally I started to learn from him and eventually got very good at hunting. When I was fifteen years old, I was sure that I was going to become a professional hunter and I was going to make a living hunting.
Everything changed two years ago when my father went in a hike with my mother. They got attacked by a grizzly bear. Both of my …show more content…
I was angry and sad at the same time. That same week I had to get a job and start being a grownup. I have been working for Mr. Newman for two straight years now. I really hated his way of doing business. He was an awful boss. Because he paid their employees well, he thought he could be abusive. The pay was very good, but the job sucked. I know that being a tour guide sounds like something cool, specially if you love the mountains like me. In reality you are just the servant of the snobby “campers” that want to experience the wilderness, but don’t want to carry the backpacks of setup their tents. In a normal day I will (or would???) (would is better) wake up early and get one of the morning tours to the camp site. At approximately eight o’ clock I would start setting up the tents that Mr. Newman had already assigned to me before the hike. He would divide all his campers between me and Angela. Mr. Newman would give each one of us a yellow binder with a map of the base camp and the places where each camper would like his tent to be