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Six Word Memoir #6:

Writers Note: When I was younger I was a big Harry Potter fan and as any people who have seen or read the series know, Hogwarts sends an acceptance letter within their eleventh year. I'm obviously just joking around with this memoir but it shows a side of me that a lot of people don't see. I'm not serious all the time. I do joke around. I can take things lightly too, despite what people may think. Not a lot of people get to see this funny, nerdy side of me because I don't always feel comfortable showing it...Another reason I chose made this "Six Word Memoir" is because it represents a loss of reality and something exciting. It doesn't matter what age I am, there will always a piece of me that believes in magic. Even going through the automatic sliding doors at Superstore, I pretend I have the ability to magically snap them open...which I know, probably sounds crazy. I took this photo of birthday candles to add to the fact that it was on my eleventh birthday that I received this disappointing news. I really love the contrast between the colours of the candles and the black table. However, after this photo was taken and edited my OCD kicked in and I realized that there are only nine candles there, not eleven...counting has always been difficult for me. The hard truth is, I will never stroll around the Ravenclaw corridor. 

At age eleven, Hogwarts failed me. 

Six Word Memoir #5:

Writers Note: No need to call a therapist, I'm not depressed! However, there was a time last year when I sure wasn't happy. I was so stressed out about school and I felt like I was losing my friends and everything I enjoyed over it. I barely ate and lost a lot of weight, nothing seemed to be going right. I found myself smiling and saying everything is okay when people asked. It wasn't okay and I wasn't happy. The smile I showed was forced and on the inside I just wanted to go home, lie in my room, probably cry, and sleep. It got to a point where I didn't even smile at all and, thankfully, people noticed and gave me great advice and helped me out a lot in my life. They told me to smile, it looked good on me. After that stage in my life I legitimately was happy and I wanted to smile all the time. This "Six Word Memoir" does not only apply to that time in my life, it represents anytime that I am sad or unhappy and I try and act like I'm not. We disguise what we really feel...it is easier that way. Interestingly enough, the photo inspired me before I came up with that memoir. I was looking through all family photos and this one stood out to me. The person in the photo doesn't look happy at all, but she is putting on make up and dressing up fancy. It looks as if she was getting ready to hide what she really felt like. She does not look happy and she is not smiling. This photo reminded me a lot of myself and thats why I wanted to find words to connect it to me. 

Smiling is easier when you're happy...

Six Word Memoir #4:

Writers Note: For this "Six Word Memoir" I chose a subject that is very personal to me. I am good at school, and I always have been. It seems as though most things I do, I do very well. At school it doesn't matter what it is, my marks are always extremely high. However, I also work ridiculously hard to make them so. I go home and spend so much time, hours and hours, trying to learn everything about what was learnt at school that day. I read the same thing over, and over again in order to make sense of it and intake the subject. In the past, I have been sat down by teachers to discuss my natural ability in their class and the potential I have. I have been told I am a very smart person by my friends, family, and teachers. To most people, I am known as the smart kid. The thing is...if you told me I was smart to my face, I would say "thank you" and completely disagree with your comment in my head. I know if I say "no I'm not" people would just think I'm searching for a compliment or that I'm acting dumb. To be honest, I really don't think I'm as smart as others think I am. I excel the way I do, and get the grades I do based on hard work...hard, hard work. I sit in class and will intake nothing...that is, until I go home and learn it. Lots of people may not get as high marks as I do, but the fact that they can understand stuff so easily and quickly, in my opinion, makes them smart. I chose this picture because I had recently got this mark on one of my English assignments and I used the gold stars from a test I got back in psychology. It shows something real, and yet false at the same time. Also, I really wanted to use the contrast of my writing. There is the  handwriting, which I use to make myself appear more intelligent. It is what I always hand into a teacher or write notes to people with. Then there is my own writing, messy in all its glory but most people don't see that. I come across as very intelligent...but I don't think I am.

They think I'm smart. I don't.  

Six Word Memoir #3:

Writers Note: Even when I was younger, school came first. It wasn't my parents driving me to study, study, study...acheive, achieve, achieve...It was myself. In the past, and still to this day (although not as extreme) I would make school work my everything. I would come home and spend my entire night studying and perfecting my projects. Nothing was handed in that wasn't worth 100% in my eyes. I wouldn't spend time with friends, my physical activity was not even a thought in my mind, I dropped all my extra curricular activities and anything I did outside school was eventually ended. I lived and breathed schoolwork. You're probably thinking this sounds pretty ridiculous and over-exaggerated. Well, it is extremely ridiculous and I'm being completely honest. Last year I had to stop everything that I was doing, sign out of my IB classes and take a regular easy life. I knew it wasn't healthy and I needed to live life and put the school books aside. I needed to tell myself that it was okay not to be perfect. Happiness needed to be my main priority, not school. I took this picture of my memoir on a chalk board I have in my room. I chose this because it relates to school and because it was the simplest way I could write my message. Theres not really much to this image, which I wanted because I usually always jazz up anything I hand in for marks. However, for this image I didn't want the raw truth of my message to be hidden. 

School became my main priority. Stupid. 

Six Word Memoir #2:

Writers Note: I could not last 10 seconds in a video game...but in tetris, I can play for hours. It is the only game that I really enjoy playing. When I say "I would rather be playing tetris" what I mean is, I'd prefer spending my time doing that than having fun with a bunch of people or partying. I used this phrase because it shows a side of me that would rather be alone. All I need is a computer game to be content. I can't explain it...but I feel safe when I'm playing. Everything is so simple, and yet complicated...everything fits into place. I chose this photo because well...first of all, it made me laugh because these are my business like/professional grandparents completely drunk and secondly, it doesn't really interest me to do myself. I'm a really socially awkward person and I don't like coming out of my comfort zone. If I had to picture myself in a situation like this, I wouldn't want to be there. Truthfully, I don't really like going to parties. I would just want to be in a calming atmosphere, doing something I enjoy. 

I would rather be playing tetris...