Personal Narrative: My Autobiography

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

There was very many trials and events during this time, so much so I could write a book so this is really only the tip of the tip of the iceburg.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Hey, it's me as usual. You’re never going to read this but I just need to get some things that have been on my mind out. Lately I find myself listening to X‘s album 17, and it makes me think about so much stuff that I had put aside and hidden somewhere in my head during the beginning of summer. some which I can't even fathom the words to explain. what makes letting go of things so hard is that I promised myself that I would never abandon anyone or let go of the things I care the most about. I never wanted to turn out like my birth mom, I didn't want to be able to forget about someone as easily as she forget about me or even when she forgot about me in the hospital the day I was born to go buy drugs because she cared about that more than her own child. I've always promised myself that I will be the person she was never able to be, that's what makes it impossible to just leave when someone just gives up on me. I've figured out why I'm the way I am, everyone says I have bad taste in guys but they couldn't be more wrong. I've never admitted liking someone till

A cliché way to start a personal essay on why someone would want to go to into medicine would go along the lines of “As I stare towards the future with a decision to make, I look at my own personal experiences and the experiences of those around me for guidance.” Afterward, they would premise their argument by talking about at how they look at medicine as an exciting career option because it is a field perpetually at the cutting edge of discovery, continuously opening newer vistas of human thinking, and knowledge. They then would conclude their argument by talking about how the fulfillment provided in healing physical, and psychological wounds, scars, and bruises go beyond the satisfaction produced elsewhere. While this is all good and true

In life do we see that everyone else is wrong or do we not want to admit that we are wrong? In my eyes I don't want to admit that I am wrong because I don't want to seem stupid. I ran into a situation last night during soccer practice that I want to understand where the other people are coming from. In this situation people are saying that a group of us Seniors on the soccer team are favorites and in my eyes I don't see that at all.

When I turned 16, I realized I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. For awhile I thought I wanted to be an author. Writing was fun and I like working with words, so it seemed like a good fit. When I was a child I used to write my own newspaper and I'd always get a red A on top of my short stories for school. I'd take my favorite poems and write parodies of them about my cat. However, soon I realized that I wanted a career based more on taking action with facts rather than writing things out, and I decided I wouldn't fit writing after all.

Like most people, I didn't grow up knowing exactly what I wanted to do as an

A lot has happened since someone- Bronte I think- said we should write everything down. Recording what’s happened, what we’ve done its sort of our way of proving we matter, that we might make a difference somehow. I don’t know if it’s just me but the inky words on paper, it helps. Helps to get the tangled mess out of my head and heart. It’s supposed to be our record, our history but it’s become more than that, it’s a way we might be remembered. Our chance to be more than charred ashes or a pile of brittle bones, that someone will appreciate the risks we’ve taken to get here.

I’ve always thought of myself as a decent writer until I got prompts like this. I usually do well on writing assignments when I’m tasked to analyze two varying texts or record the development of some fictional character, but when it came to analyzing my life I’ve always had a difficult time. It's like everything becomes cluttered in my mind and I feel that I have so much that I need to say, yet so much that I shouldn’t. I remember just last year we had a memoir project with a rubric that stated that "the goal of a memoir is to describe the subject’s personal experiences, not to make the reader feel bad for the subject". I found that project especially difficult due to me always thinking that some of the best memoirs had to invoke some powerful

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

When I moved from Reston, Virginia to small town Pittsboro, North Carolina, I felt like an outsider. I had just lost some of the only friends I had ever known, a neighborhood that was lively and caring, most importantly of that traumatic experience, I had just lost a community that cared. Before I moved when I was very young, I skipped kindergarten and went straight into first grade; but not into traditional private or public school, I was homeschooled. Homeschooling gave me the comfort and freedom to explore the world and to learn at my own pace. It was a great balance, and I learned time management and planning early on, as well as a confidence in myself that hadn’t wavered, yet.

Growing up people constantly ask you what you want to be when you're older, and you tell them with enthusiasm how you want to be a fairy princess, superhero, ninja, even an animal. But as you grow older what you want to become turns more serious. Fairy princess becomes an actor, superhero turns into a firefighter, ninja changes to a soldier, and wanting to become an animal changes to wanting to be a vet. It then keeps changing, now what you want to be blurs, you become more concerned on whether it's truly possible, if it'll benefit you in the future, if it's what you really want to do. The questions about what you want to do as a career keep coming, people telling you it's time to choose before it's too late and you end up working for minimum wage at the age of 64. You feel

1. When I was five years old I had lost my first tooth at the park. It was a sunny day and I was with my dad and we were going to fish. My tooth had been loose for a while and I had been wiggling it all day and my dad noticed instead of fishing I was messing with my tooth. We both stood up and he reached in my mouth and was able to pull it out, I heard a pop sound and fell down right after he pulled it out, so it looked like I fainted right after he did it. We laugh about it to this day but at the time I was scared when I first saw the blood but it’s still a funny story.

“Would you stop worrying mom,” Alice exclaimed, “everyone’s wearing them, they’re completely safe, not to mention the fact that they have been scientifically tested for every scenario that you could ever imagine”