I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.
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. This illustrates how I am trying to live in the present instead of dwelling over someone typing what they feel for five minutes. I believe that in this
You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.
Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.
My writing experience started two years ago when I was introduced to Information technology assignments by a friend. I was introduced to basics or writing skills which I know I have sharpened till today. Also, I have grasped all the writing styles including APA, MLA, Chicago and Harvard. The most important thing is that I have acquired an effective research ability a fact that is attributed to the experience I have had on different academic databases and sources such as EBSCO, Google scholar, ProQuest as well as proper use of keywords.
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.
My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.
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. With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset. But holding her was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Every Moment Counts I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.
This I Believe Memoir Do you ever feel like hiding, hiding from your fears, I know I do. In this essay I’m going to tell the story in which the day I found out my parents love me and always will. Around seven years ago a boy lay mind racing about what he had just done this boy,is me. Earlier that I day I was playing catch with myself by throwing the ball into the year getting the adrenaline rush of running to the ball, until I threw it to low hitting my window and causing it to fall to pieces in front of my eyes. The worst about it was that I was home alone.
I took a journalism class for two years in high school and my teacher was a journalist herself, so at times I feel as if I have a good handle on writing. However, sometimes I do not know what to write or how to write it and I am always nervous that my writing will come off as amateurish. When I get that feeling, I become insecure about everything I put on paper. I hope to one day get over that fear or insecurity and be able to just write what comes to
Revised Memoire People change, minds change,places change,but memories don’t. Memories are good and bad, but they make up your life. Our lives are full of memories, like on holidays. When they are special in our hearts. So, i'm going to tell you my special moments.