As a child, I was always outspoken. I was the typical kid that questioned any and everything I encountered. Growing up in a Jamaican household, my mom and grandmother gave me the name ‘mout-a-massi’ which was patois (our english dialect) for blabber mouth. The people in my neighborhood at the time loved me. I was outgoing and always ready to lend a hand. I can remember a specific times where an old lady by the name of Miss.Peggy used to sit on her steps and read her folklore poetry out loud. She would read at the top of her lungs and waited patiently for me to join in through my bedroom window. The stanzas became songs to me. She had recited these poems so much that they became apart of my everyday routine. “ My body is the shield of my temple”, She would say, and i would soon after follow, “ What blasted man should go there”. Miss.Peggy was big on self empowerment and having confidence in yourself. She was a role model to many young girls in my community. I think she was my major source of confidence and she helped to shape me into the outspoken 12-16 year old I became in the future. When I got to 3rd grade, my teachers noticed my charisma and love for poetry. I became apart of the Jamaica National Folklore Festival (JNFF). Every friday afternoon I would stay back with my team after school and practice reciting famous poems from popular folklore writers like Louis Bennett, Kwame Dawes, Linton Kwesi Johnson and so much more. I did group poetry mostly,
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My life started with my long and hard birth on July 14, 1993. I came into the world with a large scream and was immediately placed into some sort of category. The doctors and nurses took a quick look at me, and pronounced me as a girl. This social label of being a girl was now my gender, which is something I had no say in. Every since that very moment in time where my parents were told I was a girl, I have been treated according to my gender. This meant that my parents automatically dressed me in pink, bought me dollhouses and kitchen sets and threw me Barbie themed birthday parties. Since I was surrounded my whole entire life by these things, it was almost like second nature to think and act the way that I did and still do. My
A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.
My mother is a enormous factor in my ethical thinking. Till I was about five years old it was just me and her. She is a strong working women and nothing can stop her. For the longest time I didn’t really think anything about it. It was just me and my mom against the world. I came to realize that she was someone I wanted to grow up to be. No matter what happened she was always there for me. Another big factor was my Aunt. She was about sixteen when I was born and thought the world of me. No matter if she was really young she would help my mom take care of me. She was never afraid to tell me what was right and wrong. With my aunt being so young I saw her grow up into a mature adult. Many people I am friends with are because
Sitting on a colorful blanket and listening to my mom read books from Disney was my first memory of learning how to read. She could read word by word, making those face expressions that used to make me feel excited and of course she would show off the pictures. She finished reading and then she gave me a little purple notebook, where I used to practice how to spell my name and practicing the alphabet. Those are the first memories I have about learning how to read and write.
I could finally relate to a world beyond me and felt the need to interact with it through poetry. One of the first poems that I loved was called “I Am a Winner”. To say it was amazing is an understatement! The words on the paper seemed to talk and exist as people right in front of me. I was finally reading something interestingly vivid yet vague, telling and untelling all at the same time. It was expression at it’s purist. It was poetry. I realized then that I liked reading and writing poetry. Dr. Seuss was fine and all, but this was about being able to feel and taste green eggs and ham, not simply talking about it. It was about poetry giving me the courage to express my own uniqueness and being proud of what sets me apart from others. It was about falling in love with reading in the best form- short, sweet, and meaningful. The “I am a Winner” poem along with many other poems led me to write and read poetry and that’s very important to me. To this day I always take my green eggs with
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I graduated from the University of South Carolina with a degree in Music and Media Technology. I also have extensive study in Exercise Science. I worked in the Alcoholic Beverage Industry for nearly ten years in retail and distribution. I currently co host and manage a podcast on strength and conditioning as well as maintain a blog that runs with the show producing heavily researched articles between 1200 and 2000 words. I have fine writing skills as an essayist and article writer, including published articles in a quarterly regional magazine. I enjoy the research of a topic as much, or more, than the writing. So, I would not be afraid if asked to write on a topic I am not currently intimately familiar with. My schedule is free and I
When I became “serious” about writing poetry around the age of fifteen, I thought it was only a matter of time before I was discovered for the genius I was. My example was Rimbaud, the visionary French poet, discovered in his teens, celebrated by the literati of his time, some of whom -- literally -- fell in love with him; one of them even shot him in a pique of passion. Rimbaud’s light burned bright, he took Paris by storm, seized his world and made it his oyster, set it on fire, and painted it red.
For most of my life, I could be categorized as an “Act I Eliza”. I was a people pleaser; a follower, never a leader. I never wanted to do anything wrong, because I did not want to be humiliated. It wasn’t until high school that I started to break out of my shell. I was transitioning from a class of forty-four to a high school with 450 kids in my grade alone.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.
I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.
There are three very important aspects that play a major rule in my life. They can be categorized as intellectual, social, and spiritual. My intellectual self is interesting because I am mainly right-brained which means that I tend to use my creativity more than my mathematical skills, also making me a visual learner. My social self consists of friends, family, and my surroundings. I spend most of my time at home with my family. Whenever I am with my friends, I observe their behaviors and listen to their opinions. I am more of an independent type of person. Being with different people has influenced me into appreciating different cultures and beliefs. I have learned things that have now been incorporated into my own set of beliefs and
I was born on February 27th 1998 in Cleveland Ohio. I was a premature baby and was only 5 pounds when i was delivered. I got my name from my great grandfather Dequan Anderson Williams. I wasn’t a jr because my dad already had my big brother and named him after him. The first five years of my life went by pretty fast. I have many memories from my first five years. One memory i remember was the first time i went to the zoo. I went with my daycare teacher and her two sons. I was three years old and it was a very hot day. The first Animals i saw was these big old elephants. I was so amazed by how tall and big they were. After we seen the elephants we saw two big old turtles who was moving extremely slow. The turtles were making these weird noises that was loud and annoying. After seeing