Personal Narrative: The Four Memory Games

dear Sean I'm going to start off by saying that I hope I do this letter in the correct format, I did not get much background informations on what this was supposed to all include. but that's okay I'll give it my best shot but with that said I'm not I'm not sure if it'll just being you hearing the this or if it will be read aloud in your tool group I decided that I'm going to write this as if only you are are going to be hearing this. anyways let's get this started you know how much trouble I my emotions at least my emotions that weakness is paper is difficult for me to do simply because I hate showing people my emotions because I hate others being in my business and I'm always so worried about others judging me but with that said for

I have a hard time recalling my early writing instruction, but what I do recall was not pleasant. I struggled with words, writing and reading for much of education so writing was not my favorite thing to do. However, I do recall the need for perfection that was so frustrating, as it was a struggle just to produce the imperfect stuff. We did minimal work with the five-step process, prewriting, writing, revise, edit, and publish, until I was in high school. Currently, this is something that is being introduced at a much lower grade and in different ways to engage students. Also, certain aspects of writing, such as spelling, are not required to have perfection

The second I walked into middle school, I knew what I wanted to do, and how I intended to do it. Growing up, I was always taught to value education since nobody in my family had gone to college. Questions about college were frequently met with blank stares and dismissive shrugs. It was regarded as unchartered territory, and I planned to conquer it. My earliest memory of my grandmother was when I was 8 years old. Yearning for something to do, I resolved to learn Farsi, and began nagging my grandmother to teach me it. However, growing up in Iran, she never learnt how to read or write, and so she couldn't write my name, or even teach me the alphabet. My 8-year-old mind couldn't grasp the idea that my grandmother was illiterate. I went to school every day, learned how to write

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.

For 11 years, my father was my soccer coach and before every soccer game he would make the team say the first rule of soccer: “The first rule of soccer is to … always have fun!”

I was twelve when my sister went “mad”. The hidden family suspicions confirmed as I sat watching her write across her bedroom walls in colored sharpies. She would ramble one thing or another, as if to explain the meaning of each equation or symbol. She was a mathematician, and a brilliant one at that. Her autistic tendencies rubbed off on me growing up and together we studied the people around us in bewilderment. More socially apt as I was, I became the psychologist, she the mathematician. Together we dreamed of all the great things we would do.

My stomach churned like a whirlpool as I stepped onto the field. Today we were going to play our first game in the flag football tournament that Mr. Bentley, the elementary school PE teacher organized. LSU, our team, versus UCLA, our opponents. Mr. Bentley even had us choose college football team names to make it more fun. I quickly strapped the flags along my waist, following my teammates example.

It had been dark, and looking back at it, Magnolia could see how her intentions had easily been misinterpreted. After all, manipulating gigantic chunks of metal around a room with what appears to be a stick would be quite uncanny, especially for one who is not used to magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------

Over the last six weeks, I have enjoyed making progress on all of the goals that I have set myself. Most significantly, I have corrected the shape of my fourth finger through changes in my left-hand position and noticed dramatic difference in the ease and quality of playing. I found the changes I had to make difficult, and I committed considerable time to implementing slow and mindful practice. The most effective strategy in approaching this goal was practicing various finger patterns slowly and repetitively, noticing the look and feel of the correct technique. Over time I became more accustomed to the technique, and learnt to reproduce it in lesser time and with more consistency. I can confidently say that my technique is now improved after setting and striving for this goal.

Squeak! My shoes slide across the floor I’m going to do it this time was determined. I passed defenders left and right. I’m going to do it this time I will score.I arrived early that day in order to get in extra practice. I knew this was a crucial game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My palms sweated and my heart was racing. I was ready.

As we skid around the unknown gravel road, surrounded with bushes and seldom road signs, in the middle of Suwanee Georgia, I continue to believe that we are lost. Finally, after turning a hidden corner our female figure GPS says in a monotone voice, “you have arrived at your destination, your route guidance is now finished.” Before my eyes is one of the largest sports complexes I have ever seen in my entire life which is surrounded by people buzzing like bees into a bee hive. My mother and I quickly swing the bulky suburban into the first spot we can find, and hurry our way into the gym. Entering the door is a challenge because of the large crowd, but what could I expect when there are currently seventeen courts of games being played simultaneously. I trudge my way through the crowd, along with my heavy basketball bags full of gear, to my destination of Court 8. Swiftly lacing up my shoes and tucking in my jersey, I finally stand up to get a

I had the most unusual experience this morning on my walk. Yesterday I spoke my truth with two people who needed to hear it. Or rather, I needed to say it. (I'm guessing they probably would have preferred not hearing it.) Neither situation was an easy one for me and required a great deal of chutzpah. I acknowledge that the fear of rejection is quite strong and often does keep me from speaking up. However, in staying true to "The Four Agreements", I must continue to push myself in areas that feel very uncomfortable. That is the only way I will overcome my tendency to "take things personally" and "make assumptions". If I don't have the courage to ask the tough questions, I will be spending so much unnecessary energy trying to suppress

One family sits by the tv desperately wishing for something other than misery. There watching an Eagles game and are predicting the future before it happens. We watched the game in silence. The game started and the eagles started winning. This was a sign of hope but but then they dolphins got the ball and they watched in silence. Before the end of the half they already could predict the game. During the halftime show all you could do is listen to those commentators talk about all the wrongs. When the game restarted the eagles scored a touchdown. That was a sign of a comeback. The eagles were on defense and they actually stopped them. The dolphins offensive was like spongebob vs the hulk like defense. They scored the next play were

There was only seven people on the team to show but the game was eleven verses eleven. (The white lines were barling visible on the grass that still remained on that mud infested field.)(The barley white lines were impossible to see on the mud and grass covered field.)(The sun shown brightly on the uneven mud enveloped field that was before me.) Even though so few of us came we still did our normal routine of stretching and jogging. While we were stretching every one counted to ten but I counted to fifteen just to be all stretched out I was also the only one who was willing to do the sitting stretches. When it was finally time to play couch broke us up into positions Jenna was the goalie; Caroline, Megan ,and I were defence like usual; ________and

I was in the third grade, no worries or fears and little concept of how the world worked. I remember my biggest concern being what was on the menu in the cafeteria or what game we were going to play at recess. I had a wonderful family that I did almost everything with. I lived with my Mom, Dad, and my brother, who was 11 at the time. We were all very close and enjoyed each other's company .