Personal Narrative: Memoir

I was in the car with my family heading towards the lake to go fishing. The car ride was long and boring. Half through the car ride we stopped at a gas station so we could get some gas. After we got gas we went back on the road and I fell asleep through the other half of the car ride.

About six months ago, my grandma was diagnosed with stage four colorectal cancer. Last month, a family member of mine from Vermont called to tell me that she died. The only thing I could do was ask myself “Why? Why did such a terrible thing happen to such an extradentary person?”. I mean I guess it’s natural to assume all things happen for a reason, to think there is a greater intention for our suffering, but I simply can’t think that.

Losing someone who is close to you, usually happens to everyone. The difference between people when this situation occurs is how you live after it has happen. My six word memoir was “looking up and hoping you’re there”. My aunt unexpectedly passed away last year in April. No one really understood and to be honest, I still don’t understand why this would happen. I got called up to the office, and my mom picked up my brother and I. She was taking us to the hospital to see her. I didn’t know what state she was in. Then we were brought to the Critical care unit, my heart sunk because I knew this wasn’t good. I prayed and prayed to God that it this wasn't true. By the time we got there, she was considered brain dead. A little background with my

My freshmen and sophomore years of high school were full of poor decisions and irresponsibility. It seemed like my mom and I were always in some kind of argument and I spent a lot of time with friends who didn’t really care about me as a friend. This went on for two years and it wasn’t until my junior year that I experienced a total transformation.

How much impact can life and death make in someone's life? In my case, both

I knew that junior year would be the hardest year of high school. I also knew that being in the top 10% junior year would bring various benefits with it. Thus, I knew that working harder would be essential to achieve this goal. I walked into junior year thinking that I had been fully prepared for anything that I would come face to face with. Soon enough, I realized I was not fully equipped to what was about to hit me. Junior year consisted of countless number of assignments, numerous amounts of quizzes and tests, and countless numbers of essays. Staying up late had been consistently part of my schedule to finish the work. The perfectionist side of me always wanted the homework to be done right the first time which caused me to stay up even later than expected. Occasionally, I also lost my sleep to study for a quiz or test that was to be given the following day. Even though losing sleep had been difficult, it helped initiate significant results, because my grades began to exceed my

I started off my sophomore year relatively well. I struggled in some classes but overall I was able to keep up with the workload. However, I was not ready for what would come next. My Mom woke me up on Thanksgiving morning with news that my brother had been in a severe car accident. It made me wonder if my brother was going to survive. My parents would spend all their time other than when they were working at the hospital,

Ok, how does one starts a personal autobiography? I’m not quite sure what to say about me. I'm Nissa, it's pronounce like Nissan excluding the "n" at the end. Most of my peers know me by Merline which is my birth name, however, I changed my name to Nissa because people couldn't pronounce Merline right; it's a French name and it requires certain emphasis when pronouncing it especially on the "r". Anyway, enough about my name. As you can already tell, I have an accent, a Caribbean one to be precise. I'm originally from Haiti, I moved here in 2011. I had to learn English from the beginning and I'm still learning now, of course. When I moved here I was expecting things to be like the movies I've seen many times while I was a child. Well, it's somewhat

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

My freshman year of high school wasn't a very difficult year. It was just a very different year. I had always lived my life thinking that the older kids or the upperclassmen would be smarter and more mature whilst never questioning it. Coming in to my spanish class I found out very quickly that this was not true. I was not the best at spanish, but I was very determined to learning and improving from that class. Of course I was not perfect and I am no robot I absolutely still talked in class to my friends, but I think sitting next to all juniors for them it must have been eye opening to see this freshman that plays around always get so serious to finishing work as good and as fast as he could every time it was assigned. I noticed a change in

The first semester of my freshman year of college was a whole bunch of not getting what I wanted. Not getting things that I applied for. Not fitting into the group of people that I wanted to be friends with. Not having any of the guys that I was interested in be interested back. Not achieving the grades I wanted (and kind of assumed I would get). That’s just a whole lot of experience

My hands sweating, my legs are shaking, but then I hear my conscience saying, “Win.” I was in the car feeling like my head is going to explode thinking questions like “Are we going to win? How big are they? Are they any good?. I asked “ Are we there yet.” My Aunt Dorie replied “ In about 20 minutes or so.” I hate car rides. But, anyway I’m still playing soccer my favorite sport.

Sophomore year was the first year I tried to change for the better or so I thought. I believed this was the year I was going to get my act together and give my parents something to be proud of. School got harder and harder and I just ended up getting involved with the wrong people. These people were slackers who didn't care about school. These so called

Have you ever felt like something you were doing was so crazy it felt like a dream. I’ve felt that before and it was unbelievable. It was one of the craziest things I have done in my life.

Since I can remember I have struggled with self-confidence. I have always cared too much about what other people think of me. It inhibited my life in a way. I wouldn’t go out and go to parties, or try out for sports teams. Being shy doesn’t help with this either. However, I made a decision in high school that to this day, I am still shocked I made. I decided to try and gain confidence, and so I did my high school Survivor. As a result from this experience, I learned how to put myself out there. I learned that I can do hard things as well as work well outside of my comfort zone. I gained confidence in myself and I conquered my fear of not doing things out of the fact that I may get embarrassed.