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."
Many would say some type of affection or adoration of the physical house. Those grand four walls encasing memories and a type of motherly l...
Procrastination Work begins to multiply You will not catch up Worry comes in waves Drowning in anxiety Can’t reach the surfac...
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...
You sit down to write And there is a sloth about your neck. The words flow like marbles, dropping individually to the paper, dammed bac...