Six Word Memoir: Smiles often. Laughs often. Loves often.
Rambling Autobiography:
When I moved to Georgia I did not know what to expect. What is the weather like? How are the people? What will I find when I get there? I got out of the car and saw a foreign place, which was now my “home”. I was immersed in a culture so different from what I was used to, what I had known. Neighbors actually stop to say hi and always great you with a smile. Now that I am here I love it. The weather is beautiful and I wish I had moved down here sooner.
Camera Piece:
It sits all alone, under a canopy of shade.Covered in rust and cobwebs it seems unimportant, but those who stop to look know the true story. They have the memories.
The time they almost set fire to the trees as sparks soared to the sky. The time they got caught in the rain and had to sprint to find a safe haven in the nearest building. But most of all they remember the time when they laughed until their sides hurt. The time they stayed out until it was 2 am. All of these times are what makes what seems unimportant the most important.
Prompt: Identifying with a group makes people feel secure with and trust one another because of what they have in common. They might share the same interests, language, beliefs, ethnicity, or cultural background. However, by limiting their identities to a specific group, people may miss important opportunities to connect with and understand others. Should people focus on enjoying the present moment instead of following a plan for future achievement? Draft: Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. They enjoy the feeling of security they get from always knowing what will happen. Human nature makes people want to stick with what’s tried and true. But sometimes one needs to step out of the comfort zone to have new enlightening experiences for the persons benefit. I had lived in Providence, Rhode Island my whole life. I had lived on the same street, in the same house for as long as I could remember. I could go from my house to the mall with my eyes closed. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change. When I was fourteen my parents told me we would be moving to Georgia. Now they had had this moving to Georgia idea for years so I did not take them too seriously. Then moving boxes started to show up and a going away party was planned. Next thing I knew I was in the car with a 20 hour ride looming ahead of me to a foreign place that was now going to be called “home”. All my security nets were gone and I was forced to forge new relationships. At first I was stuck in my little fishbowl. All my time was spent texting and calling all my friends and family. I wanted to stay in my comfort zone even though I was miles away. I had to put myself out there to be able to create the familiarity I was used to. I had to create a new bubble, a new little piece of paradise. When I walked into the school I saw all these faces swirl by me and heard all the snippets of conversation. The grand staircase, as it is called, loomed before me, monolithic in its size. It dawned on me that I had to let go of the old friends I had and realize that I was going to have to immerse myself in the . I become conscious of the fact that these new friendships would be helping me get where I wanted to go in life. Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of my living in the moment, stay with what I know works mentality. Now I have formed relationships that can help me reach my future goals. Take Two: The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn't really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking in. That familiar feeling of security was gone. Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start steeping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Sometimes we are so focused on what we think is negative it can be hard to see the good in these changes. I lived in Providence, Rhode Island my whole life, on the same street, in the same house. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change. My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in the situation. Six Room Poem: There is a dance as the trees bow to the wind
The gnarled and bent tree stands old and weary. Its counterparts stand tall and bright while it contorts and stays in the dark
The chirping of birds
The rustle of little critters can almost drown out
the sound of ac units and cars
The feeling of calm is lost
The serenity is gone
Is that why you can't stand tall and bright? Take 3: The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn’t really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking there a glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone. Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start steeping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Sometimes we are so focused on what we think is negative it can be hard to see the good in these changes. I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change. My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations. It dawned on me that I had to step out of my comfort zone and realize that I was going to have to immerse myself in this new place. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation. Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass. Now I am able to stand at the top of the staircase. Take 4: The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn’t really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking there a glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start stepping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. We can often be like children learning to climb the stairs. We are stuck at the bottom and scared to take the first step.
I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations, forced to take that first step up the staircase.
When I stepped out of my comfort zone I was able to immerse myself in this new place. The realization that this change would help me in the future was a great one. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation. I was making my way up the staircase.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass. Now, using my past and present can help see where I am going for the future.
"Final cut"
The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like, I wasn't really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking through a distorted glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start stepping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Whether it was trying out for a new sports team or the first day of high school, the nauseous, butterflies in your stomach feeling is always there. We can often be like children learning to climb the stairs. We are stuck at the bottom, petrified to take the first step.
I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my spot at the bottom of the stairs, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations, forced to take that first step up the staircase.
When I stepped out of my comfort zone I was able to immerse myself in this new place. I soon found out that sneakers were called tennis shoes and that everybody has an obsession with sweet tea. Though many of the cultural differences bewildered me, the realization that this change would help me in the future was a great one. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation. I was making my way up the staircase.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass. Now, using my past and present can help me see where I am going for the future.
I walked through the double doors toward the staircase. I heard all the muddled voices but over everything was a “wait up” directed at me. I turned and joined my friends and we made our way to class.
Six Word Memoir: Smiles often. Laughs often. Loves often.
Rambling Autobiography:
When I moved to Georgia I did not know what to expect. What is the weather like? How are the people? What will I find when I get there? I got out of the car and saw a foreign place, which was now my “home”. I was immersed in a culture so different from what I was used to, what I had known. Neighbors actually stop to say hi and always great you with a smile. Now that I am here I love it. The weather is beautiful and I wish I had moved down here sooner.Camera Piece:
It sits all alone, under a canopy of shade.Covered in rust and cobwebs it seems unimportant, but those who stop to look know the true story. They have the memories.
The time they almost set fire to the trees as sparks soared to the sky. The time they got caught in the rain and had to sprint to find a safe haven in the nearest building. But most of all they remember the time when they laughed until their sides hurt. The time they stayed out until it was 2 am. All of these times are what makes what seems unimportant the most important.
Prompt: Identifying with a group makes people feel secure with and trust one another because of what they have in common. They might share the same interests, language, beliefs, ethnicity, or cultural background. However, by limiting their identities to a specific group, people may miss important opportunities to connect with and understand others. Should people focus on enjoying the present moment instead of following a plan for future achievement?
Draft: Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. They enjoy the feeling of security they get from always knowing what will happen. Human nature makes people want to stick with what’s tried and true. But sometimes one needs to step out of the comfort zone to have new enlightening experiences for the persons benefit.
I had lived in Providence, Rhode Island my whole life. I had lived on the same street, in the same house for as long as I could remember. I could go from my house to the mall with my eyes closed. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change.
When I was fourteen my parents told me we would be moving to Georgia. Now they had had this moving to Georgia idea for years so I did not take them too seriously. Then moving boxes started to show up and a going away party was planned. Next thing I knew I was in the car with a 20 hour ride looming ahead of me to a foreign place that was now going to be called “home”.
All my security nets were gone and I was forced to forge new relationships. At first I was stuck in my little fishbowl. All my time was spent texting and calling all my friends and family. I wanted to stay in my comfort zone even though I was miles away. I had to put myself out there to be able to create the familiarity I was used to. I had to create a new bubble, a new little piece of paradise. When I walked into the school I saw all these faces swirl by me and heard all the snippets of conversation. The grand staircase, as it is called, loomed before me, monolithic in its size. It dawned on me that I had to let go of the old friends I had and realize that I was going to have to immerse myself in the . I become conscious of the fact that these new friendships would be helping me get where I wanted to go in life.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of my living in the moment, stay with what I know works mentality. Now I have formed relationships that can help me reach my future goals.
Take Two:
The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn't really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking in. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start steeping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Sometimes we are so focused on what we think is negative it can be hard to see the good in these changes.
I lived in Providence, Rhode Island my whole life, on the same street, in the same house. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in the situation.
Six Room Poem:
There is a dance
as the trees bow to the wind
The gnarled and bent tree
stands old and weary.
Its counterparts stand tall and bright
while it contorts and stays in the dark
The chirping of birds
The rustle of little critters can almost drown out
the sound of ac units and cars
The feeling of calm is lost
The serenity is gone
Is that why you can't stand tall and bright?
Take 3:
The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn’t really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking there a glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start steeping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Sometimes we are so focused on what we think is negative it can be hard to see the good in these changes.
I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations.
It dawned on me that I had to step out of my comfort zone and realize that I was going to have to immerse myself in this new place. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass.
Now I am able to stand at the top of the staircase.
Take 4:
The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like I wasn’t really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking there a glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start stepping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. We can often be like children learning to climb the stairs. We are stuck at the bottom and scared to take the first step.
I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my little piece of paradise, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations, forced to take that first step up the staircase.
When I stepped out of my comfort zone I was able to immerse myself in this new place. The realization that this change would help me in the future was a great one. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation. I was making my way up the staircase.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass. Now, using my past and present can help see where I am going for the future.
"Final cut"
The grand staircase loomed before me, monolithic in size. I heard snippets of conversation and saw blurred faces, heard the squeak of sneakers as students rushed to class and the calls to friends to “wait up” but it was like, I wasn't really there, like time stood still. I was an outsider looking through a distorted glass. That familiar feeling of security was gone.
Many people like to stay with the same group of people their whole lives. That familiar feeling of security is comforting. When people start stepping out of the boundaries of what is tried and true they are often scared of what will happen. The anxiety of trying something new is one all can relate too. Whether it was trying out for a new sports team or the first day of high school, the nauseous, butterflies in your stomach feeling is always there. We can often be like children learning to climb the stairs. We are stuck at the bottom, petrified to take the first step.
I lived in on the same street, in the same house, my whole life. Walking from my house to the mall with my eyes closed was a piece of cake. I had friendships that had been forged since I was in kindergarten. I felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life there. I was content in my little bubble, my spot at the bottom of the stairs, and I did not want it to change.
My parents decided they wanted to move to Georgia and the next thing I knew we were packing up to make the drive down south. Down to a foreign place I now had to call “home”. All the feelings of security were gone. I was forced to stop and look for the positive in situations, forced to take that first step up the staircase.
When I stepped out of my comfort zone I was able to immerse myself in this new place. I soon found out that sneakers were called tennis shoes and that everybody has an obsession with sweet tea. Though many of the cultural differences bewildered me, the realization that this change would help me in the future was a great one. I became conscious of the fact that good could come out of what I felt was a bad situation. I was making my way up the staircase.
Looking back on this experience I realized that I had to let go of what I had known and embrace the unknown. Force myself to enter into this looking glass. Now, using my past and present can help me see where I am going for the future.
I walked through the double doors toward the staircase. I heard all the muddled voices but over everything was a “wait up” directed at me. I turned and joined my friends and we made our way to class.