Memoir Monday: Planning

It was a weekend, and me and a couple of friends went out to the movies. There was a mishap when someone read the schedule for each movie – as the schedule changes every Friday (which is just stupid) – so we weren't able to watch to movie we intended to. Instead we had to choose form either Prince of Persia (a Disney "action film") or Marmaduke (a story about some talking dogs). I still wish that either 1) I had endeavored to watch Prince of Persia, or 2) Had brought a knife to slit my wrists. The directors actually believed people would enjoy a dog falling in love and beating out the lead dog in a park, in a battle which the underdog wins (pun intended). So I advice you, my friends, plan, plan well before going to the movies, or you might get stuck with Marmaduke 2.

Memoir Monday: When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going

I was remembering the good old days when you would just color and glues papers together while in class, remembering how easy it was to pure glue on a paper, and stick it on another. Believe it or not you would get an 'A' for that. Later on it got a bit more difficult as you would now have to actually write sentences with more than five words, and you would get an 'A' for that too. You could also take a ten question multiple choice quiz, open notes! (There would even be full credit retakes for those.) It was just so easy back then....
Nowadays you actually have to write reports, essays, and summaries on everything; research, study, and analyze each chapter. It has made me realize that as I grow, things get tougher, but you'll know the saying, When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

Memoir Monday: Patience

I remember the time I realized that patience is an advantage. It was Christmas season, and I wanted this present badly. I kept asking for it again and again and again, until my mom told me that the more I insisted, the less chances were of me getting it for Christmas. So I stopped insisting, and started being more patient. When it was Christmas Eve, I got the present I have been asking for, but then was more patient and stopped.

That was the day I learned, that patience is a virtue.

Memoir Monday: My First Time Playing Baseball

If you ever say the word summer your first thoughts would be, going to the beach, pool parties, and baseball. I would think that way too, except for the last one, until August. August was the first time I played baseball, real baseball, not the backyard catch game. I wasn’t good the first time. Ground balls would go between my legs, I would barely grace the ball when I batted, and fly balls would sail over my head. I didn’t give up because it was the activity I enjoyed the most. Now, after practice and dedication, ground balls rarely go by me, I put the bat on the ball consistently, and fly balls are destined for my glove.

This proved to me that any goal can be accomplished if you have dedication.