My BioMy name is Shawn Gordon. I am currently in tenth grade. I play guitar and like to go rock climbing.
Mango Street Memoir Project
· Prompt #1: A description of your home · Prompt #2: A description of your family · Prompt #3: A neighborhood object that reflects your feelings about yourself · Prompt #4: The name assignment Prompt 1 I stroll into my house. The door creaks ever so slightly. As I sniff the air, I catch a whiff of something cooking for dinner. Whatever it is, it smells delicious and homey. As I make my way into the living room, I get a relaxing feeling as colors of brown, black, and soft maroon flood my vision. I stare at the blank tv screen and admire the peace and calamity of my home (at the moment). I then move out of the living room and glide up the sleek new wooden stairs as smooth as a ghost. The stairs haven´t yet developed a creaking sound. As I reach the top, I turn right and open my door. I get many mixed emotions upon my entrance. At first I feel relaxed and feel that I have a great place to get some time to myself. However, once the bunk bed comes into view, my emotions shift greatly. Memories of my infuriating little brother come into my mind, things that go way past the normal irritation that happens on occasion with normal siblings. He’s like the itchy rash of poison ivy, that exists just to piss you off. I remember how I don’t actually have this space to myself. I then quickly make my way down the stairs leading to the kitchen, trying to get that thought out of my head. Then I open the door to my basement and down the stairs. The musty smell of a basement fills my nose and the frigid basement air makes me shiver. These conditions should bring me annoyance and displeasure, but they instead make me feel content. The old basement with tan carpets, an old couch, and a small tv make me feel pleased that I have a place of my own (mostly). Even though the air is cold and the windows are small, which leads to less sunlight, this is the best place of my house. If I had the choice, I would live in a place where I had my own room and space, and I would not have to be bothered by my siblings. I would have a massive tv and I would have a desk of my own. I would have three padlocks on my door to keep the pests out. I really would not care much about the rest of the house, because the thing that I desire the most is my own private space where no one can disturb me. All in all, I like my physical house, I just don’t always prefer some of the people who live there. Prompt 2 My family members mean many different things to me. My little brother is an irritating fly, that is always buzzing around and getting on other people's´ nerves but never being caught. He has short brown hair with a narrow head. He has braces and an awkward smile. He won´t ever stop talking, and will always be bothering someone. Somehow though, he always slips out of trouble, which just further infuriates the people that he bothers. However, both of my siblings are not evil. My younger sister is like a dog who never leaves your side. She has brown hair with braces. She always wants to be around me, and is a great companion. She always wants to do stuff with me, and looks up to me. She seems so innocent, like a dog. My dad is a time bomb, never knowing when he will snap. He is very unpredictable. He has a ton of mood swings. Sometimes he is in a very good mood, and is very pleasant to be around. However, he can be very angry, as he sometimes has little patience. He can snap and start yelling at any given moment. He has short brown hair and is medium height. He can be unpleasant at times, but he can be very fun and interesting too. My mom is like a kangaroo. Kangaroos always raise their children with love and care, as they keep their joeys close by in their pouch. She has brown curly hair, green eyes, and she is decently tall. My mom has always had the best intentions for me, and still does. She is a little overprotective, like kangaroos are of their joeys. They never even let them interact with the world themselves until they physically are too big to fit inside the pouch. She can be nice, but can get a little naggy. Prompt 3: An object in my neighborhood that describes me is a forked tree. The tree stands out because it starts as one and splits into two 6 inches above the ground. This represents me because I like to be different and I don’t like to be like anyone else. Also, the tree is pretty easy to climb and it seems to welcome others into its branches. Aside from people, other creatures go in those branches. Squirrels, birds, and some insects come and go from the tree. The tree represents me in this way as well, because I am very friendly and welcoming, and I almost never make people feel bad or insulted. I give people warm feelings like how the tree gives many animals warm feelings by providing them with shelter. Furthermore, the tree changes during seasons, becoming colorful, and then bare, and then lush green. This represents me as I have a colorful personality. I can have many different emotions (especially during different times of the day). During the morning, I am quiet and rarely speak, representing the bare leaves of the winter. Then during the day I get more relaxed and comfortable, representing spring time and summertime green leaves, when the tree looks normal. Finally, at night when I am doing homework and getting ready to go to bed, I feel very awake and energized like the vibrant colors of fall leaves. But like the autumn leaves, I know that I have to go to bed and get ready for the quiet, groggy morning as the autumn leaves succumb to the bare, freezing winter air. Prompt 4: My full name is Shawn Michael Gordon. It is an Irish name. My first name doesn’t derive from anyone. However, my middle name is the same as my dad’s first name, and my brother's middle name. I like my name a lot, except for that one part. Shawn is a very unique and unusual name, and I like to be different. However, my middle name is very normal and common. My middle name is the same as my dad’s first name and my brother's middle name, which I despise. I want to be my own person, I want to be unique. I don’t want to be either of them. I want to be me, and only me. I want to have my own life, and not live under their name. If I had to rename myself, I would keep my first and last name. My last name is Scottish, and my first name is Irish. I look very Italian, and that really shows my diversity and uniqueness of a person. However if I had the chance, I would definitely change my middle name. I don’t know what I would change it to, all I know is that if I had the chance, I would change it. Actually, when I get older, I might seriously consider legally dropping my middle name, as I absolutely hate it. All in all though, I am satisfied with my full name, as my middle name doesn’t come up much, and I really like my first and last name.
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