Post by ~Emmy~ on Sept 11, 2011 20:24:33 GMT -5
So. Basically we have to write about ourselves.
It's...a sort of weird format for an essay, but the reading teacher DID tell us to be creative with it...(she's nice, so she'll probably accept this) And I'm sneaking on the computer so I might only end up with half of the first draft posted, k?
By the way Summer, if you read this, yes, that's the same reading teacher I tried to creep out on purpose by drawing red-eyed ravens, bloodied zombie arms, and a man in a black cloack covering his face. ^.^
I'm probably, when I re-read this, going to edit out large portions.
You Think You Know Me?
Well, you probably don't. Okay, blunt beginning. I'm just going to start with some things you might want to know before anything else. One-I have a tendacy to be all over the place and write as if I'm talking. That either is so irritating that it drives people crazy, or people think it's funny and end up cracking up when they read my writing.
Hopefully for this you think it's humorous. And not annoying.
I'm a bit confused where to start. Write about our lives? Ourselves? Well, I guess I'll just start writing and see where it takes me...
I'm going to jump to my earliest memories as a baby. I was like two or three, and I only remember two little snippets.
The most vivid memory was when I was three and a half. Lying underneath a desk in the living room of an apartment, telling my parents (rather giddily) that I was three years old, only to have them tell me no, I was three and a half. In Chinese.
That made no sense whatsoever, but than again, I remember the craziest stuff...
My second earliest memory? I was three...or two...I can't remember. I stuffed a penny in the heater, and my mom blew her top at me. ("why did you waste money?!") It was funny, actually.
Anyway, moving on.
I have three major secrets in my life. Two of them only my best friend know, one only two of my friends know. And, uh, no, my parents don't know.
Which leads me onto my next topic.
I lie a heck of a lot, and I blackmail people.
I tell my parents all the time I'll never lie to them, I always tell them the truth, if I'm using an excuse it's because it's true. But the excuses never ARE true, and I lie to my family, my friends, teachers, all the time. I blackmail my little sister all the time, and I'm not afraid to use brute force when needed.
And why am I saying this? I mean, you're going to read this. But I think it's fun to think. To talk.
At school I appear to be a docile little girl, seemingly with no talent, generally all A's student, shy, but friendly. And normal.
...uh huh. Yeah, right.
First of all-I do not like following directions. I do so only because my mom will blow her top off at me if I don't. And I get A's because my mom screams and me if I get a B. And then she plays the guilt card, and all that mom stuff that really gets on my nerves.
I'm only shy because I'm thinking. I think a lot. I lie in bed until midnight just thinking. About what? I can't say. I'm pretty sure only one person in the entire world knows other than myself, and she only knows part of it.
And the 'no talent' part actually is true. I like drawing but I stink. I like singing but my voice is just average. I like writing songs, stories, and poems...but that's like comparing a crude tree that's been drawn by my five year old sister to the Mona Lisa.
Guess which one is me?
I'm not exactly, ah, 'normal'. I doubt many people are like me. I know 'everyone is unique' but I'm pretty sure MOST eleven year olds don't...ah, okay, I can't say...this is impossible.
So. My family is typical, boring. I haven't even been to an amusement park. I'm not amused. (fail). My little sister annoys the crud out of me. My mom and dad blow their tops at every B I get. My mom is making do SAT level reading and math 'to prepare me' and all that stuff that I so love, end sarcasm.
Actually, on a completely different topic, I did some high school entry tests from this book my mom checked out from the library. I aced the reading and math. I mean, it was so easy it was embarrassing...
Moving on. I guess you could know some general, typical things about me. My favourite song (this week, because I change my favourite song every week) is 'Super Psycho Love'. My favourite band is Evanescence.
FUCK, DAD CAUGHT ME, GOTTA GO,
It's...a sort of weird format for an essay, but the reading teacher DID tell us to be creative with it...(she's nice, so she'll probably accept this) And I'm sneaking on the computer so I might only end up with half of the first draft posted, k?
By the way Summer, if you read this, yes, that's the same reading teacher I tried to creep out on purpose by drawing red-eyed ravens, bloodied zombie arms, and a man in a black cloack covering his face. ^.^
I'm probably, when I re-read this, going to edit out large portions.
You Think You Know Me?
Well, you probably don't. Okay, blunt beginning. I'm just going to start with some things you might want to know before anything else. One-I have a tendacy to be all over the place and write as if I'm talking. That either is so irritating that it drives people crazy, or people think it's funny and end up cracking up when they read my writing.
Hopefully for this you think it's humorous. And not annoying.
I'm a bit confused where to start. Write about our lives? Ourselves? Well, I guess I'll just start writing and see where it takes me...
I'm going to jump to my earliest memories as a baby. I was like two or three, and I only remember two little snippets.
The most vivid memory was when I was three and a half. Lying underneath a desk in the living room of an apartment, telling my parents (rather giddily) that I was three years old, only to have them tell me no, I was three and a half. In Chinese.
That made no sense whatsoever, but than again, I remember the craziest stuff...
My second earliest memory? I was three...or two...I can't remember. I stuffed a penny in the heater, and my mom blew her top at me. ("why did you waste money?!") It was funny, actually.
Anyway, moving on.
I have three major secrets in my life. Two of them only my best friend know, one only two of my friends know. And, uh, no, my parents don't know.
Which leads me onto my next topic.
I lie a heck of a lot, and I blackmail people.
I tell my parents all the time I'll never lie to them, I always tell them the truth, if I'm using an excuse it's because it's true. But the excuses never ARE true, and I lie to my family, my friends, teachers, all the time. I blackmail my little sister all the time, and I'm not afraid to use brute force when needed.
And why am I saying this? I mean, you're going to read this. But I think it's fun to think. To talk.
At school I appear to be a docile little girl, seemingly with no talent, generally all A's student, shy, but friendly. And normal.
...uh huh. Yeah, right.
First of all-I do not like following directions. I do so only because my mom will blow her top off at me if I don't. And I get A's because my mom screams and me if I get a B. And then she plays the guilt card, and all that mom stuff that really gets on my nerves.
I'm only shy because I'm thinking. I think a lot. I lie in bed until midnight just thinking. About what? I can't say. I'm pretty sure only one person in the entire world knows other than myself, and she only knows part of it.
And the 'no talent' part actually is true. I like drawing but I stink. I like singing but my voice is just average. I like writing songs, stories, and poems...but that's like comparing a crude tree that's been drawn by my five year old sister to the Mona Lisa.
Guess which one is me?
I'm not exactly, ah, 'normal'. I doubt many people are like me. I know 'everyone is unique' but I'm pretty sure MOST eleven year olds don't...ah, okay, I can't say...this is impossible.
So. My family is typical, boring. I haven't even been to an amusement park. I'm not amused. (fail). My little sister annoys the crud out of me. My mom and dad blow their tops at every B I get. My mom is making do SAT level reading and math 'to prepare me' and all that stuff that I so love, end sarcasm.
Actually, on a completely different topic, I did some high school entry tests from this book my mom checked out from the library. I aced the reading and math. I mean, it was so easy it was embarrassing...
Moving on. I guess you could know some general, typical things about me. My favourite song (this week, because I change my favourite song every week) is 'Super Psycho Love'. My favourite band is Evanescence.
FUCK, DAD CAUGHT ME, GOTTA GO,
lol, and keep the end, 'FUCK, DAD CAUGHT ME, GOTTA GO' xD But seriously? Nice essay.
