My 6 word memoir does not describe myself, but it does describe who I strive to be. Along with many of my classmates, our generation is made up of texting, social media and a lack of social abilities. We can go days without having a meaningful conversation or one at all and that gets to me. Today instead of confronting people about issues we have with each other, we hide behind our phones and ignore people through what we see as a read receipt. Lately my goal has been to shy away from most communication through social media and actually have a conversation with the people I am trying to reach.
My six word memoir is very self explanatory and purely honest. When someone close to you dies, I wouldn’t say it gets easier each year. But in fact it takes time to accept it. We can’t continue to have a mindset that repeats phrases like, “ What if?” or “ If only we could’ve done this…” We can’t go back change the natural occurrences of events. But what we can change is the here
In addition, I took my first advanced placement course during sophomore year: world history. World history had a notorious reputation on campus; everyone was afraid of the massive amounts of coursework. I decided to take world history, and I am so thankful that I did. I loved that class. I spent every weekend doing world history homework to prepare for the coming week.
My 6- word memoir is a way of explaining the difficult time me, and my baby girl went through. On December 19 of 2013 I went into labor that morning to have a C-section. Everything went through so well until after they took my baby to put her in the NICU. Which is the neonatal intensive care unit. I did not know this would be so hard to deal with, but it was.
Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story. “Two Rivers Running, tell us the Story of the Great Battle again,” the little ones asked. All eyes were on me as I sat down next to them, everyone silent as I told them the story of the Great Battle.
Appendix D contains ten sentences in which my transferable, content, and stylistic skills were applied to an experience which occurred in my life. This is exercise 6-4 in the textbook. My transferable skills included “coached”, “listened”, “helped”, and even “evaluated”. It would seem as though I should be in a profession where listening, helping and evaluating are all integrated into a day’s work. By being a physician, I would be “coaching” patients, in a sense, by directing and guiding them back to their normal health state.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
I remember back in 2nd grade, where the school system required all kids to test on books they’ve completed in the current week. I struggled to finish these assignments due to the fact of my hatred for reading. The quizzes challenged my abilities as well as my patience. I found myself constantly cramming
Justin, Ramon, Victoria, one after another. They all are presenting their exit project on one of the special movement in American History. Three more people and it was my turn. It was hot summer that and I believe that the air conditioner in the room wasn’t working, but who needs an air conditioner anyway?
I am interested in taking pre-AP World History because I want to be ready for AP courses. Taking both pre-AP and AP classes will help me get into the college of my choice. I enjoy learning about the past, including the Holocaust and Great Depression, so that I know how good my life is now. I also enjoy being in harder classes because I like having to work hard to keep an “A” in my classes. I want to be able to learn from mistakes, and in easier classes, I don’t make as many.
When I walked into Mr. Clayton’s class last year on the first day of school I laughed when he said, “I’m going to teach you how to read.” Little did I know he wasn’t kidding. I was a little intimidated taking his class because in my previous freshman year I was in non-honors English 1. All my life I’ve had trouble interpreting and really understanding beyond the general storyline. The first thing Mr. Clayton talked to us about was learning the deeper meaning behind things
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
I can still remember the first year I came – fifth grade, the homeroom teacher assigned each and every group a project, and mine was “Hurricane,” I had no idea what it was and I even thought it was someone’s name. When I got to middle school, I did not only learned what “Hurricane” means, I also found out what “GPA” was, which switched my focus towards study. During that period of time, I almost went to the library every week and I would finish an English book no more than two days. I no longer had any trouble of understanding the contexts of every subject and I find it easier to maintain my grades.