I REMEMBER (First Draft) -Ellen Yang
I remember walking across the streets in Seoul at 1 am with hanna, people looked at us cuz we used our phone to play loud music and laughed stupidly.
I remember the smell of dirt and grass in the backyard after raining.
I remember every time I asked my mom if I could get a dog and every time she rejected me. (the same conversation repeated for 18 years. )
I remember drawing ugly images of our primary school teacher.
I remember copying the math homework and being found out by our math teacher.
I remember listening to Yellow again and again. ‘Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.’ I can’t help singing along with Christ Martin.
I remember my rabbits died one day after I bought them.
I remember how painful it was to wake up at 6 am for school.
I remember the fragrances of Narcissus in my home during the spring festival.
I remember jumping and singing loud in those concerts with Hanna, it felt like a club where ten thousand people were dancing together, it also felt like that moment would never end.
I remember watching Queer as Folk in the summer holiday of 2014.
I remember the mint smell of Marlboro when smoking with Fiona at the 5th floor of our high school.
I remember watching Harry Potter when eating tomato flavored potato chips.
I remember watching Chungking Express on my phone at school with Fiona, the two male actors are more attractive than the story.
I remember the smile of my grandmother when she sit beside the whole family and watched us eating the meal she cooked.
I remember the countless mornings at the subway, plugged my earphone and listening to the list of my favorite songs, It felt like the only moment I can ‘escape’ from the real world. All of a sudden I began to miss those days. (and the subways in China, especially when comparing with the ones in NYC.)
I remember the day my grandma passed away, I heard mom said that dad cried in the hospital.
I remember that I wanted to become an advertising executive just like Brian Kinney.
I remember how sleepy I was in the Chinese literature classes that my head kept nodding and the notes finally became weird drawings.
I remember eating homemade hotpot with my family, I love using my hands to touch the steam, mom was always mad about that.
I remember staying up late doing my work, sometimes drawing, and listen to Lana del ray singing with her desperate yet beautiful voice.
I remember chatting with my friend at the midnight that explosion happened in Tianjin. He was only 1 street away from the spot. ‘I thought I’m gonna die’ he said.
I remember stay up for the whole night thinking how to write my Parsons challenge essay then submit it one hour before the deadline.
I remember the last time I eat hotpot with my mom and dad in New York City.
I remember skipping Toefle classes and did snow fighting with my classmates.
I remember the how mean our homeroom teacher (a 70-year-old granny) was. She hated me (for dying hair and being late for school) and other girls in my class. She talked to us in such a sarcastic way, sometimes my friend even cried, I never did.
I remember the heavy haze and smell of gasoline in Tianjin during winter. That made me sick, literally, sick.
I remember traveling to Suzhou with the girls and winning trophies of debate competition with Sijia.
I remember the night before I came to New York I can’t fall asleep.
In the second draft, I used subtract and add when revising it, I deleted some parts that are too detailed or not interesting or less special. I also changed the sequence of it to increase the rhythm. Instead of writing on paper or in computer, we actually cut the printed version of the first draft then make changes directly by playing with theses small pieces of paper. This method made it easier to revise my draft and it is really convenient.
2nd draft of I remember-25oyysn
Then in the final draft, I typed the second draft in computer then made some small changes.
I REMEMBER -ELLEN YANG
I remember walking across the streets in Seoul at 1 am with hanna, people looked at us cuz we
used our phone to play loud music and laughed stupidly.
I remember the smell of dirt and grass in the backyard after raining.
I remember every time I asked my mom if I could get a dog and every time she rejected me. (the
same conversation repeated for 18 years. )
I remember drawing ugly images of our primary school teacher.
I remember copying the math homework and being found out by our math teacher.
I remember listening to Yellow again and again. ‘Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.’
I can’t help singing along with Christ Martin.
I remember my rabbits died one day after I bought them.
I remember how painful it was to wake up at 6 am for school.
I remember the fragrances of Narcissus in my home during the spring festival.
I remember jumping and singing loud in those concerts with Hanna, it felt like a club where ten
thousand people were dancing together, it also felt like that moment would never end.
I remember watching Queer as Folk in the summer holiday of 2014.
I remember the mint smell of Marlboro when smoking with Fiona at the 5th floor of our high
school.
I remember watching Harry Potter when eating tomato flavored potato chips.
I remember watching Chungking Express on my phone at school with Fiona, the two male actors
are more attractive than the story.
I remember the smile of my grandmother when she sit beside the whole family and watched us
eating the meal she cooked.
I remember the countless mornings at the subway, plugged my earphone and listening to the list
of my favorite songs, It felt like the only moment I can ‘escape’ from the real world. All of a
sudden I began to miss those days. (and the subways in China, especially when comparing with
the ones in NYC.)
I remember the day my grandma passed away, I heard mom said that dad cried in the hospital.
I remember that I wanted to become an advertising executive just like Brian Kinney.
I remember how sleepy I was in the Chinese literature classes that my head kept nodding and the
notes finally became weird drawings.
I remember eating homemade hotpot with my family, I love using my hands to touch the steam,
mom was always mad about that.
I remember staying up late doing my work, sometimes drawing, and listen to Lana del ray
singing with her desperate yet beautiful voice.
I remember chatting with my friend at the midnight that explosion happened in Tianjin. He was
only 1 street away from the spot. ‘I thought I’m gonna die’ he said.
I remember stay up for the whole night thinking how to write my Parsons challenge essay then
submit it one hour before the deadline.
I remember the last time I eat hotpot with my mom and dad in New York City.
I remember skipping Toefle classes and did snow fighting with my classmates.
I remember the how mean our homeroom teacher (a 70-year-old granny) was. She hated me (for
dying hair and being late for school) and other girls in my class. She talked to us in such a
sarcastic way, sometimes my friend even cried, I never did.
I remember the heavy haze and smell of gasoline in Tianjin during winter. That made me sick,
literally, sick.
I remember traveling to Suzhou with the girls and winning trophies of debate competition with
Sijia.
I remember the night before I came to New York I can’t fall asleep.
In this memoir, I included lots of personal stories from my childhood till now. Most of them are trivial yet memorable things to me, these detailed memories made me who I am.
