6 Word Memoir Analysis

P: Timothy will recognize existing feelings of anger, discover the origins of such feelings, and find alternative ways to ease, express, and resolve such feelings.

I wake up in my plain, old bedroom hoping it would be different but according to the government, control, we all have to have the same bedroom, house, clothes, and pretty much everything is the same. I can’t even complain about how unfair it is or my family would send me off. I honestly have no idea what be sent off is but if that happens again you never see your control again. Everyone assumes it’s death but not me, I have a feeling it’s something different.

In 2014 my friend invited me to go to six flags in chicago for 3 days i said yeah so i went home and asked my mom and she said yes so i started packing. I went to school the next day and me and ethan gave the office our pass to leave early and Ethan's mom texted him and said she's there so we left and went to his house and we thought that we were all ready to go until his brother needed to pack still so we went down stairs into the basement and played his xbox for 30 minutes and then we went upstairs to see when we're going and we look out the window and we seen that they rented a minivan so it could fit very one going so when we go in the minivan we all fit in there just perfect so we got going and we stopped at a gas station

Imagine of being born and grew-up without having communication in your country. Back in my childhood life, I created a massive of problems with my parents, teachers, and even friends which made me felt lachrymose. Could not understand why my parents and teachers were outraged that I can feel being discriminated, abused, and humiliated. Not learning to speak and understand English until I became six. However, I spoke a couple of languages, Vietnamese and Chinese though. As a child, the time when I lived with my grandma for a while, she first taught how to speak Chinese. And when I move to live with my mom, she starts lecturing me on speaking Vietnamese. As I began proceeding to Preschool, these two languages stuck between my head. Still,

Katherine decided she did not like not knowing where her daughter was, night after night. She could be out getting in trouble. Knowing that any time now, Melanie could come crawling back to me expecting me to raise another, unwanted child. That would be the last thing she would to do. Becoming more annoyed the more she thought about the inconsiderate manner in which Melanie had up and left her. The dishes had not even been washed since Melanie left for work at nine, Saturday morning. Here it is ten o'clock on Monday night. Going back to the apartment simply to check and see if Melanie had bothered to show up and do her job, she now knew the answer.

I looked in our mortar and pestle--yuck! Green glop, complete with sesame seeds and puffed rice. This was traditional green tea? When we were called to try drinking it, I felt I looked as green as the “tea” itself. As far as field trips and culture went, I liked the other Hakka (an indigenous Taiwanese people, culture, and language) museums and crafts better. For one, we didn’t have to eat anything else we created, such as traditional textiles. As glad as we all were for the outing, on that day, my classmates and I were happy to return to our regular lessons. I was especially excited for our daily quiz; our teacher was an artisan by hobby, and she had promised a special gift to the three students with the highest number of perfect scores at

I remember one time I studied for countless number of hours on a test while I avoided my phone's constant buzzing, going straight home instead ongoing to Dunkin Donuts with friends, and blocking myself from my daily dose of social media like Facebook and Tumblr. I wrapped a piece of cloth with "fighting" written on it to my head and slapped myself to stay awake. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears until my textbooks and notes were drenched in with the combination of hard work. On the day of the test, I scribbled my answers and prayed to the time gods to give me more time. My handwriting went from legible to almost near hieroglyphic-like. When the bell rang, it signaled the end of the race. I dropped my pencil to the desk and I walked out

The benefit of narrative writing helped me develop a flow of writing. Narrative writing has a beginning, middle, and end to the story. It's told in chronological order. The story can be fictional or non-fictional. Also, it describes people and the location of the story.

I have always heard that the summer before your freshman year is supposed to be one of the best. There I was, a month and a half into my summer; everything has been extraordinary so far.

and she told me she doesn’t like people who tried to influence him about other God or don’t respect her religion and her God.

I was born and raised in a warm and sunny city in southern China. When I was ten-years-old, my mother decided to move to New York. I was excited to visit her until I learned soon after my arrival that I was to stay permanently. My life as I had known it changed forever the day I landed at JFK airport. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I can still clearly see my first day of school in America. The walk to school was freezing cold, I was slipping on every other step I took on this freshly fallen snow that I was unfamiliar with. At school a teacher led me into to a brightly lit room. I didn’t resist, though I felt like I should be afraid. A dozen of eyes peered up at me and I had never felt more like an animal at a zoo. My classmates all came up and tried to talk to me, but the extent of my vocabulary back then didn’t extend

I could hardly keep from staring at the young boy: his abnormal posture and exaggerated reflexes left me frozen in my steps. He was constrained to a wheel chair and unable to form a complete sentence. “What is wrong with him,” I silently pondered. When he strolled into the room of the school I was touring about a year ago my initial interest was turned toward education. At the time we met, I was playing collegiate soccer, taking honors classes, working about twenty hours a week, and feeling sorry for myself. The boy’s outgoing personality and excitement about life put my situation into perspective. As treatment began, the lights were dimmed and I learned that I was in what is known as a multi-sensory room. Bright colors, strings of light and

So far this week my life is finally falling into a routine once again. I have been studying night and day with breaks in between. Wish I could go out and do more but six classes this semester is going to be interesting but I know that I can do it. I love all my bible classes in particular because it is really opening my eyes to what the bible and God really is. I feel sometimes going up in church has made me just feel like it is something I HAVE to do like read the bible and quote scripture but I never made time outside of church to read the bible and learn scripture which caused a domino effect with me because this made me feel “unchristian”. This feeling made me even more unmotivated and before I knew it I was discouraged once again. I could

According to Alan Bennett, “A book is a device to ignite the imagination.” It was approximately eight years ago in high school term, based on my experiences in school, I realized what sparked my imagination was a computer rather than a book but keep in mind that reading more books makes you a computer specialist. At first People were barely talking about computers. Secondly, within a couple of months, the computer device got popular and expanded all over the society. Finally, it wasn’t too long that people started purchasing a computer unit for their home. My uncle purchased a computer for his son at that time; I was so impatient to go observe, perceive, and engage what is a computer and how do people operate with it.

When people ask about our wedding, even though, we have fond memories and fine photos we don’t have too much to say, just enough, because our moment in the sun has carried forward to our new day and we actually have more to say about where we are going together than where we have been.