My Autobiography : My Memoir Essay

My memoir tells the story of two very excited teenagers going on a camping trip. These two teens are me and my friend, Zach. During this trip, everything that could have gone wrong, does. The story is told in a series of key events among that weekend that were just one disaster after another, followed by optimistic attitudes, continuously searching for the positive in each situation. The audience that I will be able to reach with this narrative is very broad. A younger audience will be easy to appeal to because this is the age of adventure and making mistakes. In addition to this, an older audience can be acknowledged because I believe one is never too old for adventure. That is shown through the inclusion of the women that were the ones to

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

I surveyed the crowd before my speech began, the sea of purple and white graduation gowns and the countless eyes of proud parents, including my own, reminded me of the task at hand. As part of student council, I was asked to deliver a speech to a packed auditorium at graduation. In a matter of moments, the glare of hundreds of people would be focused in my direction, scrutinizing every word and analyzing every one of my carefully crafted sentences. My heart raced and beneath the purple gown my legs shook, however, I hid the adrenaline rush while my thoughts ran through as to what I would soon say. Before I knew it, the previous speaker had finished, and my time had come. I swaggered up to the podium with a smile and gazed out at the familiar faces. Then, for a moment, I paused.

As the frost crept up my window, each snowflake was perfectly plastered in front of me. They seemed as if they were putting on a show just for me, and I couldn’t help but imagine that there were tiny people living in each one. The soft hum of my mother’s CD’s played in the background as my little brother was fast asleep to my right. I brushed my fingers through my dolls knotted hair, feeling the itchy yarn envelope each finger. Looking out the window again all I saw were cars speeding past us, all rushing to get to their own winter plans.

Typical, just a typical summer day for me. In fact, everything about it was typical. The time I got up, what I had for breakfast and what projects my dad had in store for me to do on the old house. My other family members would too also get jobs and projects to do around the house. Most of the time everyone would work on separate things and we would get many things accomplished putting us closer to our goal of getting the house on the market. But there would be times where we would have to work with other people. Depending on who you worked with you either got stuff done or you were arguing with that person about the silliest of things which would inevitably cause you to slow done and not get anything done. For me, that was

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

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

This year I feel the level of difficulty changed throughout the entire year. Some assignments were easy for me but in some other writing projects I had a some trouble coming up with what to write. I feel I was pushed as a writer, I had to use multiple different things in my writing. All in all I am satisfied with my writing. I got some really good grades on papers that I was proud of.

What I found interesting about this personal narrative was the fact that it was a collection of history, diaries, letters--a memoir. It felt as though it was a history textbook meshed with a personal diary; the Indigenous people’s hidden memoir. Furthermore, it was interesting when she included and discussed about the fourth grade mission project. The fourth grade mission project is probably the only piece of history that children are exposed to about the California Indians, and it is not even the true and full history. This goes to show that at a young age-- racism/colonialism is institutionalized. Moreover, this memoir exposes the harsh realities of colonialism through discussions of exploitation, physical abuse and sexual violence. She demonstrates

In high school how I approached essays is different from how I write essays now that I’m in college. I was a lot more carefree about essays when I was in high school, and I never gave them much thought. I give a lot more thought about essays that I write now that I am in college. Since I changed how I write essays, I am able to write better-developed essays, in my opinion. How I write essays changed, from when I was in high school from now that I’m in college, in more ways than one.

I was born August 24th, 2001. I learned how to walk around 1 and a half. I started talking a lot around two. When I was 3 through 4 years old when my family and I would go camping I would always wonder off and explore with them I was a adventures child. I moved to Hawaii when I was six years old. My dad was deployed into Hawaii when he was in the Army. He was also deployed into Washington when I was 7 I didn’t like it, but it was fun when my Dad wasn’t drunk. When I was seven years old, I discovered video games.I hardly ever went outside to play games. I would just sit there playing games. I would play games all day every day until I was 11. I put on a lot of weight but took it off around age 12 through 13. I scootered a lot when I was 12 through 13.

I am 17 years of age. I was born September 14th, 1999. I currently attend Brockton High School. I have had many obstacles Spring track last year I participated in the event Javelin. Notice how I said “participated”, I wasn’t a consistent scorer. But I did try my best, I worked hard at my event and my biggest obstacle was making it to states requirement, its 150.5ft which is pretty far for throwing a spear. On the other hand, I started last year in the season throwing 89ft to 90ft on lucky days. Every day I practiced, every day I worked hard, every day I put 110% into that event, and every day I couldn’t get 150.5ft. I had team mates that could throw between 120ft to 148ft but I was still stuck in between 80ft - 90ft. I ended the season throwing

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.

Music lyrics draw pictures in our minds to display a story; the playlist of my life describes my memories of growing up poor, and how I got on the right track to success. I was taught school at home until my parents divorced when I was 10 years old. My dad being out of the picture caused my mom, two sisters, and I a lot of stress and tough times. Affording to care for three kids and yourself is a big responsibility for one woman. To help my mom out, I taught myself independence at a young age. I tried my hardest to do everything myself. From the age of 10 to the age of 16 I made it a point to save every penny I ever earned. Throughout those years I did whatever I could to make money. I did yard work, cleaned houses and much more. I saved every dollar I received on my birthday’s. When I turned 16, I had saved enough to pay cash for my first car in full. I then got my first job to help pay for things; since then my life has been greatly impacted. I recently turned 17. I now work at least 40 hours a week, just about every week, and I am a senior in highschool enrolled in multiple college courses. To go into better detail, these lyrics tell how I felt throughout my childhood: