Personal Memoir.

So it’s been a couple days since I’ve had this class, but I do remember that I had to write down something that affected me significantly, maybe even taught me something I decided to write about moving. The day it all started was the day after prom. Now although my prom only happened a less than 3 months ago today, so much has changed for me since that day. Prom was the day I found my real friends were; let’s just say I don’t have many anymore in New York. Everyone in my school knew that I was going to school down south and everyone claimed to keep in touch and hang out before I left but that definitely didn’t happen! I know they say college is where you find your “real” friends but it would have been nice to keep these friends forever since I had spent years with them in school, so of them since nursery school. But people I had known for weeks alone were willing to hang out with me at the drop of a dime, but the “friends” I had didn’t ask not once. Everyone knew that I was moving soon, they knew the exact date and everything. So I spent half my summer sad and alone because all the friends I thought I had left all of our memories in the dust. The one thing I figured out though was that I really can’t depend on others to be there for me. I have to be able to be strong all by myself. Although I knew I would make new friends I spent my summer preparing myself to be independent and ready to face the world.

Now although I wrote about this in class I don’t know if I want it to be my subject, I just thought I would share my brain process, I hope someone can help me figure out what I want to write about. I am completely lost I will not lie, and I’m not ashamed to ask for help.