Due to my eagerness, I always have to rearrange my bookshelf to accommodate the new books I gain. Uniquely, every time I read a book I can see the story’s world in my head. I remember, vividly, in tenth grade, I read the book Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, and I saw every scene that happened in the book. I imagined Hannah recording herself before her suicide, Clay - listening to the tapes and following the map that Hannah left with the tapes, and Hannah’s
Elementary Memory: Babysitter 's Worst Nightmare Before I leave to go babysit with Noelle and Nealie, I kiss my mom and dad goodbye and tell them I love them. I grab my coat and begin to head out the door. Before I could close the door I pop my head back in, “Mom can I use your phone tonight, just in case...please?” I ask. She hands it to me with a questioned look that I ignore and walk out the door. As I walk to the car I keep checking to make sure the phone is charged because my nerves were racing, then again we were pretty young to be babysitting five month old twins.
Not only was my enthusiasm infectious when it came to doing tech projects, my peers always saw me as the tech guru who can fix anything broken. While my classmates used to spend their lunch break playing, i would be in the library reading tech magazines to stay updated. As I grew older, this passion for innovation grew too and engineer became a de facto choice of higher studies. I joined engineering with all the zeal a young innovator can have and looked forward to exciting lab experiments and technical brainstorming sessions. Sadly, the long and boring PPT style lectures with no real world applications caused me to loose interest quickly.
After mastering the names of each alphabet I moved on to learning how to write them. During the time where I was developing my writing my mother made me read “Fun with Dick and Jane” books. It was not really reading, I was simply decoding the pictures. This was the earliest memories that I can recall reading a book, because I reinforced by positive comments. My parents were praising me on how fast I was learning things and how well I was reading.
I walked in letting the smell of oatmeal and bacon fill my nostrils. I told them good morning and then proceeded to make and eat my breakfast. As I was eating my cold cereal, my dad said he had a surprise for everyone. However, he wasn’t going to tell me until my cousins had come over to hear the news. As my three cousins, my brother, and I waited in suspense, my dad
So, she demanded that students use many a dictionary fiercely, do many assignment, take vocabulary testing about 35 words every week. But he wondered that she demanded to use many dictionaries and take vocabulary test each time. so he questioned why she have and love so many
The school bell struck and I just left the counsellor’s cabin to go home and play. Suddenly, I was hauled up by the principal. She took me to her office and offered me cold coffee. I was delighted, not for calling but for offering. She talked about me and then shared her own childhood experiences.
The library was located right beside my dad’s company, which made going to the library very convenient. As my grandmother and I would walk to the library, the sun would be shining, the birds would be singing, and there would always be one large puddle at the bottom of the hill we had to avoid. Once we would go inside, I would head straight to the card catalog in order to find a cool, new book to read. We would search and read for hours until it was time to go. Not only did this help my passion of reading to grow, it also created special bonds that can never be broken.
I was eating my sweetened oatmeal for breakfast, Mom said, “ Have a nice day, sweetie.” I replied saying, “ Ok, you too.” I had to finish coloring the last of my summer homework at the last minute. I wish I had finished coloring my homework over the summer instead of playing games. Mom and I were walking
So, much to my dismay, I agreed to his offer and followed the stranger out of the school. Though walking home was quite irritating as it was raining copious amounts of water, we continued to amble through the sea of students. Soon, we were both drenched in water. Once in his home, the walls painted cream and rose, the smell of baked goods filled the house, giving a welcoming feel to the house and a much needed smile to my face. His mother quickly handed us towels to dry off our newly soaked clothes.