When I received my acception and scholarship letters from Auburn I was excited. Being the first in my family to attend college was my own personal goal throughout high school. Now, I have a new goal. I plan to work and study hard to achieve greatness and bring pride to my family name. War Eagle!
It is true that most people write a memoir after an achievement. I, however, skipped the achievement part and moved straight to the memoir. This is because I truly believe that everyone has a story and everyone’s story counts.
By Firoozeh Dumas, Funny in Farsi: A Memoir of Growing Up Iranian in America
The first time I kissed a guy, I was 14. We were “dating” which in 8th grade meant we held hands, ate lunch together, and sometimes went to the movies. We didn’t start dating until the end of the school year, but I confided in my best friends that I really wanted to kiss him. On one of the last days of school, he walked me out to the front of the building. We paused awkwardly, and I leaned in. Then I chickened out for a moment and decided to aim for his cheek. He turned his head at the last second and I hit that awkward, strange place between lip, nose, and cheek. Then we pulled apart, chuckled, and that’s when I kissed him on the lips. It was perfect.
I was once like them, now I am the opposite. They tried to tell me who I should be, but they really put me in the other direction and they don’t even know. I am an atheist. I was not always this way. For the first 18 years of my life, I was an evangelical Christian. Everyone in my family is a Christian and none of them know who I am now.
Last summer, before going to college, I became extremely curious about God. I started searching for evidence that Christianity may be wrong. I now believe that I was right, but I could never tell my parents, especially my dad. Now I have to hide a part of myself from them, out of fear that is they found out they would shun me or tell me that they are ashamed. It drove me crazy when I got to school. It felt like I had a horrible secret. Then I joined the Secular Student Alliance. Now I can talk to people who share my thoughts about religion and science. I still have not told my parents, but I will. Someday. They need to know who I really am. Perhaps they will be proud or not. Hopefully they can forgive me.
My first summer working as an RA I got to work with some of the most awesome residents ever. I loved the sarcasm of Greg who literally had a clever thing to say in any situation no matter how awkward or spontaneous the situation was. There was Juan who always talked about Orange is the New Black. Then there was Stephen who had the uncanny ability to cuss me out in new and inventive ways every time I saw him. Meagan was just super cool and is one of my favorite new RA friends. Meredith was usually really negative about everything but sometimes she was cool. And then there was Michael who was the RA who always hung out with us and never cared what we did and that was why he was awesome.
Basically summer in the Teague League was the best summer ever.
My mother and I were in a car crash when I was 3. She had severe brain damage and suffers from dementia. My dad divorced her later. I’ve lived with my dad for 17 years. I wonder if she had been around if I would have better self-esteem and less lace panties. I can’t get her off of my mind and everytime I see myself in the mirror, I see her face. Living with a male guardian has made me really awkward around women.
I don’t really know what the moral of my story is, but I’ve never told anyone the truth about my mom. Everyone assumes she died or lives back in my home country. I wish this was more inspiring.
I was a precocious child growing up. Being raised by a single mother will do that to a kid. When I was only a little over 7 years old I asked my mom for a brother or sister & she told me that to have a sibling she needed a husband. My aunt, who was also a single mother, was pregnant at the time and I asked my mom, “Then why is Aunt Cal pregnant?” My mother said she looked at me with awe in her eyes that at 7 years old I was able to pick up a detail like that. She said it was a proud moment for her and that she knew I would be a special kid. And to this day I still strive to be what she [saw] in me at that age.
No score and 7 years ago Katrina hit our great state of Louisiana. My sister and I, who now go to AU, stayed through the disaster with my family. We were 12, my sister, and 13, me, at the time. The reason why we stayed while they were urging everyone else out was because my dad was and still is a doctor and was on call, meaning he had to be there to take care of patients. He didn’t want to abandon them so he told my mom to take the rest of my family up to her fathers in Georgia. My mom didn’t want to leave him so we all stayed. We ended up being stuck there for three days before we could finally leave. There was no A/C, no water, and the sewage lines to the toilets kept backing up so it added to the already horrific smell of the water all around our house. Luckily our house was barely touched by the storm we only had water in two of rooms and in the garage. All we did was wait around in the searing 100+ degree heat and wait for the water to subside. We heard shots down our street on the last day. I assumed it was one of our neighbors shooting a snake, my dad thought worse. In order to get out on the last day we had to drive around fallen trees and up onto people’s yards and over fallen power lines. The one fun thing about the experience though was that my brother sister and I were able to ride around on a raft for fun on the first day after the storm in our street. When the storm was happening though I had never been more scared in my life.
LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING & TOO MANY PEOPLE TAKE THE ONES AROUND THEM FOR GRANTED. I AS I HAVE BEEN TOLD AND NOW REALIZE AM THE GLUE THAT HOLDS MY FAMILY TOGETHER. I AM THE YOUNGEST OF 4 AND HAVE LIVED LONGER WITHOUT MY MOTHER THAN I HAVE LIVED WITH HER LIVING. SHE PASSED AWAY WHEN I WAS 12 1/2. SHE WAS HEALTHY ONE DAY THEN THE NEXT I WOKE UP TO HER YELLING OUT OF HELP. MY DAD WAS OUT OF TOWN & TOLD ME BEING THE ONLY MALE HOME THAT I’M THE MAN OF THE HOUSE TILL HE GOT BACK. I FAILED HIM & IT HAS TAKEN ME A LONG TIME TO FORGIVE MYSELF. LOVE EVERYONE & LIVE EVERYDAY LIKE IT’S YOUR LAST BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW IF IT WILL BE.