I took Memoir and Personal writing because it made it possible to stack my schedule to only have classes Tuesday and Thursday. My desire to ski 5 days aways outweighed my crippling fear of talking about my personal life. I figured I have had a pretty uneventful life, what could I possibly write a memoir about? My idea of what a memoir could be was quickly shattered. I quickly realized I was stuck in that class 4 hours a week, and there was no getting out of it without talking about my personal life at least a little bit. I took my first real attempts at any kind of creative writing, and I slowly came out of my shell a little and wrote the following piece which I (nervously) present below.