JR's Blog for teachers

A Memoir of Love Forget about this I’m going to talk about something interesting, about something perplexing, about something extraordinary, and then promising. Perhaps the one thing I wish I could do better in is in school. The reason for this change in topic is because I finally decided on a something to talk about the issues I have with regarding my school experience. I remember telling myself that I was going to rapidly pick something to focus on and then write the memoir. But this was not the case. The real issue here was relentless contemplating of the focus I wanted to head towards and my stubbornness. Stubborn because I did not want to pick something that would venture into my soul; I was not in the mood to do this for some number of reasons. Nevertheless, my journey at Kean started around September of 2004 and I was freshman. I was a freshman at a new place of learning. A place where young minds as myself would walk to class and walk out of class more educated each time. I rem...

Hey, what if Frey told the real truth in his book about his life. I don't think anyone would find it too interesting. I also think that the author of a said book is responsible to clarify the truth exaggerated or bended in the book by adding a section at the end or in the begginning that has the real truth of a said matter. I remember reading "The Da Vinci Code" and in the begginning it said that everything in the book is based on facts, so in order to protect the authors reputation I believe that one could include a section such as the latter only stating the opposite. The truth is, truth is whatever is based on facts and is real according to a sane person. There are differences in perspectives only because there are different ways on viewing things based on numereous reasons such as bia, up-brringings, etc. In non-fiction it is very difficult to round corners. I believe it could be done but must only be done if one could "get away" with it. Such as an instance...

My personal essay, My first real instrument is about when I first got my guitar, my feelings about, and what my desire was to do with it. My audience is the reader, it wasn't myself. What I wanted to do is make the reader understand how I felt about the guitar especially when I first got it, and I think that my response to the dialogue in the story helps in that it adds a nother dimension to my feelings. When I started to write the essay I was going either express how difficult it was to learn guitar or express my feelings about playing it and learning it for the first time. But when I started writing it, I saw that there was a gap between trying to write about how difficult it was to learn to play and writing about my disapointment with it. So I really decided to try and merge the two areas into one. To do that I had to make a stronger setting or intro and in the middle of writing the intro, I knew that in the end I was going to be sacrificing either of the two areas- them being e...

I trying to find something to write about but am having trouble. Does a memoir have to be in the present tense speaking of something in the past or in the past tense speaking as if it were in the present?

Here I am looking at my guitar from the across my room. I’m sitting here just staring at the instrument. It looks like a cherry. The bottom of it reminds of one, with its stem being the neck of the guitar. Well, it’s actually just a red Fender Squire and it’s not my first guitar. My first is standing up against another wall in my room just to the right of my Squire. The body is still all shiny. It’s an old acoustic Harmony; I remember when I first got it. You should’ve seen the look in my eyes. It was a look of surprise and excitement without a doubt but I wonder if anyone really saw my expression. Oh of course I was excited, but I was all uneasy for some reason. The box was too wide! Everyone was staring at me, my mom, dad, family, and my grandma. I was sixteen years old. My first guitar in their eyes, well it was my first guitar in mine as well. “Ma, c’mon!” I droned as she and my grandmother spoke in the front of the car about Christmas and who is ...