Here goes Kathryn again. She taught a memoir class today. I sort of knew what a memoir was but I didn't really know. But today I got a better understanding of what it actually is. I liked the little six word memoir game that we did. It was kind of hard but fun. It was hard trying to come up with a six word. All I kept thinking of were six word phrases and I wanted to be originally. Then I finally had one. My six word memoir was "crybaby of miseries, go-getter of dreams." I thought it was perfect. Pefect for me and just a perfect meaningful expression for anyone. I enjoyed the class so much that even though it was a long class I wanted to take it again but they said I couldn't. :-(