Menu Entree 1 - You: Autobiographically - Due August 28

I am posting this assignment here, but it is also on the link for Writing Assignments.  I have adjusted the due date.  I'm excited to see your writing.  :)

You: Autobiographically

Due: Thursday, August 28

In this assignment, you will write a 100-150 word autobiographical paragraph about you.  The paragraph should be in 3^rd person story form and you need to be sure to SHOW not tell about yourself.  Fill out as many of the following details about yourself as you can before you write.  Use at least one simile, one metaphor and one example of personification. 

Must be typed.

        * Name                                        * Age                                              * Job

        * Ethnicity                                  * Appearance                                  * Residence

        * Pets                                          * Religion                                        * Hobbies

        * Siblings? If so, describe           * Parents/Guardians

        * Temperament                           * Favorite color                               * Friends

        * Favorite foods, drinks, desserts, snacks, etc.                                   * Phobias

        * Faults                                       * Something hated                          * Secrets

        * Strong memories                      * Any illnesses or health problems

        * Nervous gestures                      * Sleep patterns                               *Random whatever else

Example:

Jenna jerked open the dented door of her Honda and tossed her knitted attaché case onto the front seat.  It smelled like an abandoned Dominos Pizza restaurant causing her to hold her fingers under her nose until she acclimated. As she settled in behind the steering wheel, she realized she had forgotten her keys – the ones with The Clapper on them.  She started back to her apartment building, shuddering inwardly as she noticed a tomcat peering at her from behind her neighbor’s scooter.  Back inside, she twisted a sandy curl in her fingers, trying to remember what she had come back for.  Her Power Rangers lunch box stared at her from the counter; she sighed heavily, grabbed it and ran back out the door.  On the second to the last step out to the parking lot, she remembered her keys again.  She rubbed her temples hoping to combat the effects of the measly two hours of sleep the night before and thought absently about maybe taking the bus.  Clearly this day would be a battle.