Most Recent Memoirs

I started the year off not so great. The first few days I fooled around a lot and wasn’t very serious about my work. I wasn’t really ready for eighth grade writing considering I had it the easy way out last year. My teacher last year didn’t... (more »)

When we were in seventh grade, Shaina made an internet friend. His name was Cole, and he was definitely our age, she promised. They started to talk a lot, and eventually I started chatting with him on Facebook. It was all good fun, and we would go... (more »)

I sat on the floor of my grandmother’s living room, shuffling half-heartedly through a basket of wind-up toys. Most of them had seen upwards of twenty years of duty, so they weren’t exactly in prime working order. I liked my grandparent’s... (more »)

I always heard about other people struggling with eating disorders, but never thought that one day it would be me. It seemed silly to me that individuals would willingly deprive themselves of food and not fulfill their hunger. After struggling... (more »)

Over the years, I have come to know several hundred maybe thousands of people of which many have had no influence on me. Out of all of them, I only recollect maybe a hundred or two of them. Actually, my job, a high school teacher, requires me to... (more »)

It started with a white paper. Oh, how I loved this plain and pure paper. I cherished the feel, the look, the smell. A fresh piece of paper was my canvas – I could write anything or draw anything and it would be seen. This was impossible for me... (more »)

Murmuring was heard upstairs, a flight above me. I thought nothing of it, I knew he was sick, but I thought nothing of that either. Slow footsteps thumped downwards. My stepdad Gordon went to his room, knowing he had no part in this. My mom... (more »)

It started with a white paper. Oh, how I loved this plain and pure paper. I cherished the feel, the look, the smell. A fresh piece of paper was my canvas – I could write anything or draw anything and it would be seen. This was impossible for me... (more »)

His name was Mr. T. He was our school's drama teacher. A great one too. He not only taught his students invaluable lessons about drama, but invaluable lessons about life. The first day I met him was my first day at a new school. I can... (more »)

I picked up a pair of shorts and a shirt and carefully placed them in my suitcase. I did this continuously for about a half an hour. My mom came in my room with a look of puzzlement on her face. “Why did you pack so many clothes!” my Mom... (more »)