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."
Growing up with strict parents I have learned two vital tools. To improvise, and to bend the truth. And by bend the truth,...
To My Dearest, Today in Chem class, I noticed we have some Chemistry of our own. I think you must be a charged molecule Because...
November 29th. Dense fog blurred my vision. The bright christmas lights, once so merry, were dimmed in constrained joy. A mist coated the l...