Our six-word memoirs were inspired by this NPR article and Smith Magazine's Six-Word Memoir project. This year's six-word memoirs are posted along side last year's outside of room 203.
"What I learned in school? Formulas."
"Singing when no one is looking."
"Reciting integral rules in my sleep."
"Truthfully, I belong in the '60's."
"Fashionably late...well, actually, extremely late."
"Could permanently reside on the beach!"
"At least my puns entertain me."
"Voice cracks, but I sing anyway."
"First, you have to love yourself."
"Pepper Spray for protection...sprayed myself."
"Speak softly. Can't find big stick."
"Extremely gay- yes, both definitions included."
"Gasoline-soaked backpack. Broken taillight."
Where did I put me green top hat? Ah, there it is on top of me green bureau. I wonder what Mrs. Leprechaun is cooking today. I really hope ...
When I write, I am a bird I am free, I let go I let myself fly The wind whipping in my ears My hair flapping around like wings My...
There is turmoil in my dreams and my mind is soon astir. The cool touch of metal singes my arm and I jolt up, only to be barred down at the...