Personal Narrative: Something To Do With Memory

My pursuit of Kelly began almost a year before we met. I was at one of my best friends Ryan's house and I noticed Kelly's picture was on their wall. Immediately I asked Ryan's girfirend, Rugila aka Roo, every question she would tolerate to answer.

There isn’t a day in my life that I wake up and do not ask myself, “Why?” Why did my mother have to leave? Why did this happen to me? Without a doubt, the absence of my mother is the hardest obstacle I have had to overcome. My parents were young and unsure how to raise a child on their own. My mom really believed she could not do it, so she left when I was eight months old. At that age, a mother to an infant is everything, yet she was not there. I grew up not knowing the love of a mother, but learned to be independent. I did not have someone to guide me through childhood because my dad was too busy working in order to provide for us, and his family had kids of their own to worry about. Though his family loved us, they favored their own children over me and my sister. We had to do everything around the house while they did nothing. We felt as if we had no voice and no one to support us. Being in this situation made me into

I cannot recall an instance in which Ely has not been by my side. The baby blue plush elephant takes me back to sketching masterpieces on the stark white kitchen walls using my 64 pack of Crayola crayons with a sharpener. She represented innocence in its entirety; I was her troublemaking best friend. My bright blue eyes mirrored her powder blue skin perfectly, and her yellow pajamas echoed my unruly golden mane of curls. Her design was based upon the drawings of the Beatles' John Lennon. Coincidentally, I've developed a passion for music and art as a form of self expression. We were an impeccable match.

Where am I? It is black. It is thundering and lightning. I hear my mom snoring. Then I remember that I am on a camping trip with my Mom, Crystal, Xander, and my papa. We had left at 10pm and slept till we reached the Mcdonald's for a quick breakfast. Then we drove for a few more hours till we reached our campsite in Minnesota at 12:30 pm the next day. We had to set up our tent, but the problem was the tent only held 3 people. My papa wanted to sleep in the bed of the truck. So one of us kids had to sleep in the back seat, Xander volunteered since us girls should not have to sleep in the same tent as a boy. The next order of business was to find the bug spray, there were so many mosquitoes and biting flies. I hate bugs so I hid under a sweater

I am not sure that I can remember a moment in my life when my memory was faulty or inaccurate but what I can remember is that after having my son I forget a lot of things. I use to be able to remember everything; dates, numbers, what people tell me verbatim. However, since having my son I am so forgetful, clumsy; my short term memory is worst then my long term member. The most I can recall from pregnancy is that I was miserable; I slept on an air mattress in the living room because the felling of my queen sized mattress hurt my back. I also remember throwing up during the entire pregnancy. I enjoyed anything spicy because it helped with my heart burn. I had the worst headaches/migraines. But as for like the special moments that people record, such as; every month how big around my belly was, what foods didn’t agree, the first time I felt him kick.

I stumbled out of the car, nervously awaiting my unavoidable fate. It was July 1st, 2010, the day after my 9th birthday. I knew what this meant. It was time for my yearly check up at the pediatrician. For the 100th time, I asked my mom if I needed any shots - probably my greatest fear in life - this year as we stepped into the elevator that reeked with the smells of sick people and anti-disinfectant wipes. “I don’t know, Jason. You survived last year’s shots, so you will be fine,” she calmly replied.

The teenage boy stood there still as stone, a marble statue, his flesh had gone beyond the colour of marble, to a new ghostly tinge of white, void of colour. His eyes were the only thing expressing any emotion, and that was fear. Extreme fear, the kind where you can feel your impending death, as it stares you in the face. After moments of complete petrification the traumatised boy spoke in a shaky and terrified voice.
“W-Why are you h-here Lock, get away from me please…” he said to my boyfriend, his eyes flinching, as if his body wasn’t still petrified. Eric, my boyfriend, chuckled loudly, that real genuine laugh, the one that your dad would make which felt warm and hearty like a hug during a thunderstorm. Usually it’d lighten up a conversation,

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

Recalling my life as a junior in high school does not give me a great deal to look back on. But one intent that has always stood out to me, even as a young girl, is to have a positive impact on someone's life and make a difference, whether big or small. But semi-recently, my maturing mind and actions did not understand the difference between a positive or negative impact on a friend's happiness. After too long of a time not discerning my mistake of using bullying to change this friend, I finally recognized the negative impact that my actions were causing. This led me to search for a new course of action to mend my mistake. My then 15-year-old mind eventually understood that the words used as an attempt to fix a very close friend did nothing

I have enrolled in many classes so far, and I am always nervous in passing the midterm or final exam. Before the midterm exam, some of the types of memory storage I will use is the rehearsal, which I write down my notes on cards and read them over and over again. I will rest and have a good night sleep, and the next day I will read them again, sometimes taking the notes to work to read them during my lunch hour. I try to study in separate days and not read everything all at once before the midterm exam. Another memory enhancing strategy I used is chunking, which I examine parts of the work that I just read. Once I read chunks of it, everything I read will come to mind. One of my favorite memory enhancing strategies is the elaborative rehearsal, which I gather all the information I know and imply it to something similar that happened in my life.

I still can remember the first time I visited you last year like it was yesterday. I drove all the way home from Iowa on a Thursday after class, and you had no idea. I still laugh that you were expecting to FaceTime me that night, and then “knock knock knock,” the look on your face was completely worth the drive. That was an amazing weekend with you, and just the beginning of our ling distance relationship. I really enjoyed seeing what your new life at the University of Minnesota was like, and loved meeting all your new friends I had only heard about. At the end, the goodbye was only a little easier than the first time, but I knew I would be seeing you

I push open the door to the store. The bell jingles, announcing my arrival. I scan the store and that's when I see him. I stop short. He's the one. I can feel the connection between us coursing through the air. He's goofing off with a few of his friends. He doesn't notice me yet, but I sure notice him. I could watch him for hours. How could I not; he's absolutely gorgeous! I could never resist the silly, playful ones. He saunters away from his friends and trips over a stray ball lying on the floor. I laugh. It appears that he has not quite grown into his feet yet. He looks up, and his big, beautiful, brown eyes meet my blue ones. His mouth opens into a big, happy smile. I can't help but to smile back. And his hair, I could run my hands through

Out of the four memory games that were listed in the website that you provided for this week, I decided to play the first game. The first game is called memory solitaire. This game requires you to click on an image that has 20 different items on it, and stare at it for 2 minutes. After the 2 minutes are up, you grab a sheet of paper and write down as many things as you can remember from the image. Then, you go back to the image and check how many you wrote down were actually on the image. When I completed this game, I actually only got 8 out of the 20 items correctly which surprised me. I thought that I was going to remember more items because I didn’t think my memory was that bad and because the items seemed easy to remember. Although the

This week was exam week. I went into this week feeling good about the exam until it was handed to me, then I drew a blank. After looking at my grade I feel a little better. The chapter memory seems like it is going to be a little bit challenging. The memory tests were fun. The number test was easier. I used my fingers as numbers. As the teacher would say a number I would move my fingers as it I were to be playing a piano reciting my numbers while she would say her. It actually worked. The first memory test was good until “artichoke”. Really? I was doing so good until that moment. The eye witness video was an eye opener. It made me realize how much your mind can actually play a trick on you. You can influence your mind into believing something

There I was, sitting in a hospital bed waiting to get the x-ray results back from the doctor. I’m looking around the room, noticing all of the weird tools the doctors use, reading the cheesy posters put up miscellaneously around. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face, the doctor knocked on the door, entering shortly after. She had a worrying look on her face, I was just waiting for her to say something bad.