Wednesday, February 28, 2007
how frey made me think
He made me realize that you have to think before you write. Make sure you know you your audience is, and also how your audience will betray your reading. Also too to tell the truth and do what is right.
truth, "frey"
I think that if Frey intended on lying than he should of not made that title as his memoir. He made many false statements about his life and this made him look like he was a rebel and criminal and he was not by far. He approached writing this in the wrong matter, the things he spoke about were not only lies but upseting to a normal person with a heart. I believe everyone should tell the truth and if you chose to write about your life or someone else just chnage the names to make everyone else happy.
Monday, February 19, 2007
topic for my memoir
my son's first day of school.....
I want to describe how uncertain I was to send him all day at 3 to school.
Feelings if I thought he was ready.
Feelings if I thought I was ready.
How my relationship was with my son.
How his attitiude was toward people he didnt know.
What I thought of the teacher.
Events that occured while he was in school.
Why I chose a Catholic school.
I want to describe how uncertain I was to send him all day at 3 to school.
Feelings if I thought he was ready.
Feelings if I thought I was ready.
How my relationship was with my son.
How his attitiude was toward people he didnt know.
What I thought of the teacher.
Events that occured while he was in school.
Why I chose a Catholic school.
what message i want to give in my persoanl essay
In dealing with my persoanl essay I want the reader to grasp the concept that through my life's experiences I am stronger and work harder due to the support and struggles I faced at a young age. I express in my essay that everything happens for a reason and I describe sequentially why I think the way I do. Also too I would like to make the message clear that you cannot judge people by things they have done in the past, because nobody is perfect and by making mistakes you learn, so there are no room for regrets. So therfore I would like to say that You learn from your past to strive harder for success in your future, and that is the main purpose of my persoanl essay.
difference between personal essay and memoir
A memoir is usually shorter than a personal essay. A memoir talks about a memorable experience in your life that made you learn something in the end. You express your intimate knowledge based on the obervastions you make when giving your opinion about an event that occured.
A personal essay also too relates to your life experiences but usually is longer and more vivid. You also too let out your deepest darkest secreats that you feel comfortable to express. In bothe these essays you tell the truth and how it made you change to the person you are today.
A personal essay also too relates to your life experiences but usually is longer and more vivid. You also too let out your deepest darkest secreats that you feel comfortable to express. In bothe these essays you tell the truth and how it made you change to the person you are today.
Friday, February 9, 2007
personal essay
Christine Eagan
February 7, 2007
Creative Writing
Personal Essay
Have you ever heard the saying... everything happens for a reason? Well I am a firm believer
of that when I reflect upon my life’s experiences. I grew up at a very young age and faced many obstacles that a normal teen would not encounter. I have come to the realization that in my heart these life occurrences have made me the strong willed person that I am today.
I will never forget the sweaty hands, rapid heart beat and indescribable feeling I felt with just one look on his eyes. I felt as if he was the only person in the room and I was all that mattered. He made me feel so special as if he would give the whole world to me if I asked. His name was Cesar and he was my first true one and only love. I was only 16 and a junior in high school and he was 19 out of school and working. At that age what did I know he gave me everything I wanted and was perfect in every which way to me, nobody could have ever told me different. We were together everyday, all day inseparable... until I had to go on vacation for two weeks, which felt like forever. I left with my family heart broken and fearful that I would lose him. When I returned everything felt as if it went downhill, he was not returning my calls and was completely ignoring me and I thought to myself that there’s no way that this could be happening, we have something that I knew, even at 17 no one else could ever replace.
So that next day August 11, 2002 his friend called me and told me to come by his house and pick up a letter he had written to me. Of course anxious and nervous proceeded to his house. The letter said that he could not be with me anymore for a mistake he had made in the past and was soon to be incarcerated and that I was too young to go through it with him and that he wanted to me to live my life.
At that very moment in time I felt as if my heart was crushed into a million pieces, burned and full of the utmost despair. All I could reflect on was that he was my life and how much he makes me feel whole and I thought I was never going to be able to feel like that again.
I left his house tremendously upset tears of sorrow flowed; so much a river could have drowned me in my misery. On my way I was in such dismay I crashed and totaled my car, with stitches and cuts and bruises on my body. He was gone....but I kept in close contact with his mother.
So months passed and now it is my third month of my senior year and I find out that I am pregnant, 6 months pregnant, with my one and only's baby. So many thoughts raced through my mind, I have never felt so alone before. Keep in mind I am 17, Cesar is incarcerated and I have not heard from him since the letter. I told his mom first and than my parents, and quite surprisingly everyone took it well, even Cesar when his mother told him. So Cesar and I proceeded writing a vast amount of letters to each other.
Finally on February 25, 2003 our son Branden was born and more beautiful than ever. Now, three months passed and on May 3rd 2003 Branden and I go see Cesar, for me the first time in 10 months and for him his first time seeing his son. So many emotions were racing through my mind. Was this how my life intended to be? So there on after we proceeded to see him until his arrival home, encountering many bumps in the road.
Now a junior in college and my son 3 Cesar has finally came home January 31st 2007. Now he and I are engaged and happier than ever. Does everything happen for a reason? Were we meant for one another due to the obstacles we faced by each other’s sides. There is something that I gathered and that is that he needed me and my son needed me and we needed each other and in some crazy way I believe that now at 22 and Cesar 25 and our son turning 4, that is that there is no such thing as regrets because mistakes only make you stronger and want to work harder and I still believe today that, everything does happen for a reason.
February 7, 2007
Creative Writing
Personal Essay
Have you ever heard the saying... everything happens for a reason? Well I am a firm believer
of that when I reflect upon my life’s experiences. I grew up at a very young age and faced many obstacles that a normal teen would not encounter. I have come to the realization that in my heart these life occurrences have made me the strong willed person that I am today.
I will never forget the sweaty hands, rapid heart beat and indescribable feeling I felt with just one look on his eyes. I felt as if he was the only person in the room and I was all that mattered. He made me feel so special as if he would give the whole world to me if I asked. His name was Cesar and he was my first true one and only love. I was only 16 and a junior in high school and he was 19 out of school and working. At that age what did I know he gave me everything I wanted and was perfect in every which way to me, nobody could have ever told me different. We were together everyday, all day inseparable... until I had to go on vacation for two weeks, which felt like forever. I left with my family heart broken and fearful that I would lose him. When I returned everything felt as if it went downhill, he was not returning my calls and was completely ignoring me and I thought to myself that there’s no way that this could be happening, we have something that I knew, even at 17 no one else could ever replace.
So that next day August 11, 2002 his friend called me and told me to come by his house and pick up a letter he had written to me. Of course anxious and nervous proceeded to his house. The letter said that he could not be with me anymore for a mistake he had made in the past and was soon to be incarcerated and that I was too young to go through it with him and that he wanted to me to live my life.
At that very moment in time I felt as if my heart was crushed into a million pieces, burned and full of the utmost despair. All I could reflect on was that he was my life and how much he makes me feel whole and I thought I was never going to be able to feel like that again.
I left his house tremendously upset tears of sorrow flowed; so much a river could have drowned me in my misery. On my way I was in such dismay I crashed and totaled my car, with stitches and cuts and bruises on my body. He was gone....but I kept in close contact with his mother.
So months passed and now it is my third month of my senior year and I find out that I am pregnant, 6 months pregnant, with my one and only's baby. So many thoughts raced through my mind, I have never felt so alone before. Keep in mind I am 17, Cesar is incarcerated and I have not heard from him since the letter. I told his mom first and than my parents, and quite surprisingly everyone took it well, even Cesar when his mother told him. So Cesar and I proceeded writing a vast amount of letters to each other.
Finally on February 25, 2003 our son Branden was born and more beautiful than ever. Now, three months passed and on May 3rd 2003 Branden and I go see Cesar, for me the first time in 10 months and for him his first time seeing his son. So many emotions were racing through my mind. Was this how my life intended to be? So there on after we proceeded to see him until his arrival home, encountering many bumps in the road.
Now a junior in college and my son 3 Cesar has finally came home January 31st 2007. Now he and I are engaged and happier than ever. Does everything happen for a reason? Were we meant for one another due to the obstacles we faced by each other’s sides. There is something that I gathered and that is that he needed me and my son needed me and we needed each other and in some crazy way I believe that now at 22 and Cesar 25 and our son turning 4, that is that there is no such thing as regrets because mistakes only make you stronger and want to work harder and I still believe today that, everything does happen for a reason.
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