Confesion Tuesday

Confession Tuesday

We couldn’t go outside to play because it was raining. My sister and I were playing in the den which is right beside my mom’s room. I knew we couldn’t play inside but we were bored to death. We decided to play with a soft cushion soccer ball. The lights were on, the TV is on in Disney Channel and my sister and I were playing soccer inside.

          “Goal!” I said to my sister.

“What? That isn’t a goal! You shot it too hard!” my sister said.

          My sister went on and she shot and she made her second goal. The scoreboard was 2-2. After she made her goal I kicked the ball hard enough that it entered my mom’s room. I saw the ball crash into the portraits on the table. I saw all the portraits all the portraits fall to the floor. I tried to fix as much as I could.  Minutes later I heard a loud screaming voice that said “Who broke my pictures?”

I said “I don’t know, Mommy.”

My sister said “Me either.”

(This is a secret between my sister and me that we have never told my mom).

English

English

          Everyday I wake up and wonder how my day is going to be. Before I get to school in the car I wonder how my day is going to finish. Well every day I go first period to history then my second period is science. Science is one of my favorite subjects, but I am not really going to get into that.

          English, English is the hardest subject for me. I remember the day before thanksgiving Mrs. Meadows gave us a chunk of homework. That day was horrible, I want it to kill myself because we have a break and now I have to do homework. Fine I said in my head. I knew I had to do it so I did it the last moment after I came from the beach.

          I said continuously in my head why do I try so hard and I don’t get what am trying to tell Mrs. Meadows when am in English class. Now that I have Mrs. Walker in the English class it’s easier but still this class is very hard. I remember that today, December the twelve I was trying to do my Monday Memoir with lots of inspiration and I couldn’t find the right word to put it. Mrs. Meadows called me on front so I could tell the whole class my Monday Memoir.

          I thought and then wonder is my short memoir good enough, will my short memoir get approve by Mrs. Meadows. I starter to read it out loud and when am finish she said what’s the thing that you realize, had a great impact on you, or something that changed you. My head, my mind, and everything started to work faster but nothing I could say anything. Deep inside of that short memoir about Noriega coming to Panama. I know that Noriega’s return has something that impact it me, but I can’t tell Mrs. Meadows how it impacted it on me.  

          What could it be something I realize about myself, something that changed me, or something had a great impact on me? This short memoir I wrote write now is something that I realize about myself because I am realizing that English is very hard for me.

memoir synopsis

Synopsis

While I was writing my memoir I notice some lessons that could help others and me. One of the lessons in my memoir is that you can have relationships with people related to you. For example I knew that Bobi was my god father, but in my memoir I learned new thing about him and at the end of my memoir I could notice that I knew more thing about him.

     Another lesson that I learned is that just knowing the people in your family does not mean you can know them completely. For example while I was writing my memoir I notice that I could no more than what I know about Bobi.

         While I was writing my memoir I learned for the first time how to write a memoir using mentor text from other memoir. Also I learned that I can extend and stretch a memoir as long as I want. Another thing that I learned is that a memoir is written in a way that you can understand what you want to say to the others.        

         The craft move that helped me the most while writing my memoir was the flashback and the research. Also the research because I could tell my memoir but also I can support it by asking someone what they felt about the topic. In my case I asked my mom and my grandma to tell me in their owned word what they felt about Bobi. Also the flashback helped me because I could show the reader what moment I remember.

         The mentor text that most helped me was from the story When I was Puerto Rican because they use lots of flashback. In my memoir I put twice a flashback so the reader could know a little about the background.