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		<title>I Am Writing a Memoir!!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay&#8211; first post for real this time: here goes nothing!
My name is Mary Brigit Elizabeth Poppleton, and welcome to my blog! You might know this already, but I am writing a memoir. I got the idea when we learned about memoir in my Rhetoric and Composition class. I am writing a memoir because I think [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal">Okay&#8211; first post for real this time: here goes nothing!</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt">My name is Mary Brigit Elizabeth Poppleton, and welcome to my blog! You might know this already, but I am writing a memoir. I got the idea when we learned about memoir in my</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> Rhetoric and Composition class. I am writing a memoir because I think I might like being a writer, but writing a memoir strikes me as considerably easier than constantly thinking of plots. And, if</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> I write poetry or short stories, then </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">I’ve calculated that </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">my life could take approximately two different routes: </span><span style="font-size: 11pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 11pt"><span>A)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11pt">I could be discovered immediately, and my first story could be published in the New Yorker at the age of 18. I could spend the rest of my life leisurely writing 5 more stories, traveling in circles of up-and-coming literati, and being able to afford designer drugs, which will eventually become my unfortunate downfall. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt">Or<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 11pt"><span>B)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">     </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11pt">I could get really </span><em><span style="font-size: 11pt">invested </span></em><span style="font-size: 11pt">in</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> my writing, enter my own world, and consequently become brilliant and also crazy. Then, I </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">won’t ever</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> leave my parents’ basement. I will stay down here and write prolifically. I will never let anybody read my writing, but I will save all of my stories and poems and they </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">w</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">ill be discovered after I die at a tragically young age. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt">And come to think of it, I </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">will probably keep writing </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">on </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">this</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> old Dell computer that was made </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">in 1950,</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> and it will most likely crash with my life’s work on it</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">Plus, this computer isn’t</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> hooked up to a printer like the one upstairs in the office</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">, so I can’t even print out hard copies of my work and hide them in the space behind the dryer or something.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> Of course, no-one in my family will realize my creative genius and let me use the computer in the upstairs office, even after I’ve lived in the basement crazy and writing for eleven years. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt">Every now and then, one of our neighbors might maybe poke their head down into the basement and say</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">,</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt">“H</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">i, how’s school been</span><span style="font-size: 11pt">?”</span><span style="font-size: 11pt"> And I’ll probably say something like, “I don’t go to school anymore. I’ve been in the basement for the past thirteen years.” And they’ll say, “Oh, really? Well, that’s nice. I don’t think your parents told me that.” And they’ll probably be right.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Okay&#8211; enough for now&#8230;.don&#8217;t want to bore you in the beginning!</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Mary Brigit Elizabeth Poppleton</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Welcome to my world&#8212; this is my first post. I&#8217;ll have to write more later because my Mom is calling me to leave for school, and if I don&#8217;t go immediately, she&#8217;ll yell so loud I might go deaf AND lose my computer privileges. SO&#8230;in the interest  of having any more posts ever, I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Welcome to my world&#8212; this is my first post. I&#8217;ll have to write more later because my Mom is calling me to leave for school, and if I don&#8217;t go immediately, she&#8217;ll yell so loud I might go deaf AND lose my computer privileges. SO&#8230;in the interest  of having any more posts ever, I&#8217;m signing off.</p>
<p>&#8212; Mary Brigit Elizabeth Poppleton</p>
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