Monday, August 27, 2012
Ugh
Today I was faced with something horrifying...: Reality. In language arts, we're getting into our memoir writing unit. We have to write about things that have changed us or made us who we are today and stuff like that. But there's one glaring problem. I've realized I'm not Bella Cullen, Harry Potter, Katniss Everdeen, or Snow White. I haven't survived a dust bowl or ever gotten jumped on the way to school, (my teacher apparently did and taught herself to fight...) or become a celebrity. I don't really have anything that epic to write about. Most of my memories aren't dramatic and heart-wrenching. So the question is... What is a regular girl like me supposed to write a memoir about?? Maybe I'll just make something up. (hehe).
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Seriously. Took me 42 years to rack up the experiences you've had...I'm sure you'll think of something...otherwise, I want a refund!! :)
ReplyDelete(from French: mémoire: memoria, meaning memory or reminiscence). Surely you can remember something spectacular you've done!!
Or better yet...just make something up
ReplyDeleteI did a memoir in college called "Moving vans and babies" because every time
ReplyDeletewe moved, my mom had a baby.
Adding your sisters to your life was sometime tramatic, sometimes annoying, sometimes
neato..
Cruising with sisters...?
Travels with Annie?
ahem--see your previous post :)
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