Sunday, June 2, 2019
Remember Me :: essays papers
Remember MeThroughout life you will meet many different people. Some of them you will for dispirit in a matter of minutes. Others you might think about every now and then, wondering how life is treating them. Then there are the people that touch you in some way. Maybe just because they smile at you everyday, maybe they are there for you at times when no one else is, or maybe they did something peculiar(prenominal) for you that was greatly appreciated. Whatever the reason, there are always people out there that you will remember.I am an ordinary seventeen year doddery girl. I have posters of cute guys hanging on my bedroom walls and my favorite stuffed animals rest on my bed. My closet is full of clothes, half of which I dont wear, but its full just the same. I have a house, a car, more friends than I ever asked for, and a near(a) life. However, all of these things do not make me. I am a thoughtful teenager, striving so hard to grow up and yet, still so full of daydreams .My biggest dream of all is to be remembered. I want to touch people in such a way that they will never forget who I am. I want them to tell their grandchildren stories about me and for them to tell their grandchildren and so on. That way, Ill still be alive years after I actually die. However, this will be very difficult.I dont know where to start in my quest for being remembered. Everyday I wake up, take a shower, get dressed, brush my teeth, and do whatever I have planned for the day. Thats certainly nothing to be remembered for, but it is only how I begin my day.If I go to school, I get in my little black Tracker and drive up 741 to the parking lot. I pull into spot 41, get out, throw my protrude over my shoulder, and go into the building. Its a rare occasion that there isnt a smile on my face throughout the day. I go to my friends and ask them how theyre doing. I know they can count on me to sincerely listen. Ive worked hard for many years to become a good listener. If I go to work, I maintain a smile as well.
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