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| QUOTE (The Crazy Monkey @ Oct 4 2007, 06:22 PM) |
| tl;dr for all your posts I'm a boy. I was a jerk when I was little. I bumped my head and began to take things a bit lighter ever since, which boosted my popularity. I'm still an oddball, and my slack-off nature means I have to be in honors classes to succeed in life. |
Betch!
I spent like 15mins writing that.
Well, I suppose I really have nothing to lose from writing this. Mind you, I'll probably feel really self-conscious later on, but I'll deal with it.
To begin with, my actual name is Randall Aday Jr. Yep, one of the most dullest names ever and I really dislike it because it has that effect on me seeming to be boring. Anyway, I live in Whiteriver, Arizona, on the Fort Apache Indian Reservation where the population is ~15000, quite small compared to places, considering that this is a mountain environment.
Anyway to begin with, I was never born here in Whiteriver; I was born in Phoenix, Arizona where I've lived for four years since I was born. To this very day, I still consider myself a city kind of guy, as opposed to town kind of guy, as I love the city environment. I moved to Whiteriver with my parents when I was 4 after my brother, John, was born. He was born in Whiteriver; though how that happened when my family was living in Phoenix, don't ask me because my memory is a total blur on that.
We moved and settled in on an ordinary house. I was your normal average kid, except that unlike most other kids, had an innate talent for school work. My parents worked like everyone else and all. Went through Kindergarten at my first school called 7-Mile Elementary; then in first grade and second grade, I was transferred to Whiteriver Elementary for whatever reason I cannot remember now, but truthfully both grades went by without a hitch. Though, as time started going on, I started drifting away from my classmates, I never felt comfortable enough to socialize with them, to be honest.
Third grade, I transferred to a private school where it was supposedly the best of the best in terms of education, which my parents thought it would challenge me. I liked it ok, I guess, but the fact it was Christianity affliated was tougher to accept; I haven't and still don't like having to worship something that has yet to prove itself and having to lose control over my life was something I couldn't accept. But two weeks into my third grade year, I got into a situation where one of the teachers actually yelled at me for some bizarre reason that was irrational and because of that incident, my folks promptly removed me from the school. I then was transferred to a public school where I found a lot more success. I made a few friends there, so it wasn't too bad, in all aspects of it. Third grade went by without a hitch. Fourth grade, I transferred back to 7-Mile which I hadn't seen in years since I was a kindergartener.
Fourth grade was probably the most influential year in my life that would change me forever (not exaggerating). It started off with me starting a new class with a new teacher, blah blah blah. This teacher, however, was way different than most of my other teachers in the sense that he went deeper into each subject he taught us; and maintained the value of reading. After awhile, I actually got interested enough to pick up a book one day and read; after that day, I was hooked onto reading books. I couldn't stop reading and reading; as with everything you do, eventually you get better at it. I was already well literate and intelligent before fourth grade, but after I got hooked into reading, my skills improved exponentially. I was that one kid in class who would automatically raise his hand whenever the teacher asked a question, finish his homework in that same class before school was out, turn in his stuff on time...Yep, my classmates got increasingly jealous and did the one thing they only knew how to do, taunt me and separate me from them, making me a social outcast. Because of this, I got increasingly more and more involved in reading, magnifying the situation ten-fold. It would continue for the rest of the year and seep into the following years...
Fifth grade was as normal as you can say it was for me. Did everything right, answered questions correctly, pretty much the genius kid in class. Of course, I was still in the same classroom with the jealous classmates from fourth grade, the situation actually got out of hand to the point I was transferred to a different class. I never saw those classmates again. The new class I was put in was more mature and accepting, so I pretty much fit in there, though I, by preferential nature, remained friendless. The year went by as normal as it could be.
Sixth Grade was yet just as productive as my fourth and fifth grade years and it was there that I got more enemies, so to speak. So I was pretty much an outcast yet again, and by this point, the friendless status was beginning to take its toll on me. Pretty much stuck to doing what I knew best, I just effortlessly won every award there was. Eventually learned to ignore the petty kids who had nothing better to do than put me down.
Seventh Grade is another most influential event in my life. Safe to say, I never changed in academic status then and you can imagine the rest. This was one year that I would never forget because it was the year 2001 and anyone can remember why that year was so significant, 9/11. Because of that tragedy, it wasn't so easy to forget the next event that would occur in the following month of October. Because I was acing everything the seventh grade teachers would throw at me and of the situation that was happening between me and my classmates, the school and my parents decided I was better off being promoted at least a grade ahead. Which I accepted readily because I was extremely bored at that point, having taking naps in every class due to finishing assignments early.
Eighth Grade: I was moved up on October 27, 2001. Which to say was probably one of my more controversial decisions of my life, now that I put it into retrospect. Eigth grade students were rather impressed with my skills and I was actually more readily accepted there, the result being that I was happier as a person and slowly began to be a little more social. So I was doing well socially and academically. Eighth grade went by in a flash and found myself in...yes, high school.
Ninth grade...Where I would meet four of my best friends. One of them was in gym class, where we would just choose to be sent to the library. We would hang out there all period, just kicking back. We didn't do anything until one week before grades were due. Both my friends and I got our reports in, barely getting by on our ass in there. Spring semester would bring two more best friends that I would know. Being in an Apache class was weird to say...But after awhile, it got to the point where I would just hang out and chat with my friends, ignoring the teachers, who just gave up on us. We would fail that class, as it turns out and would have to retake that class later in high school. Ironically, this would be the year that would lead me to going completely downhill. I blame the friends I had. lolz.
Tenth grade. I would again meet more friends that would help me grow socially. I was talkative at that point. But by the end of the year, I was pretty much active everywhere. Being lonely for so many of my years started going away as people started to talk to me more and more during high school; so I started opening up emotionally. I was so closed off, that I was pretty much on my own, as I hardly talked to anyone nor my family at all. The tenth grade spring semester would be one of the most interesting years I would have, including my junior year. I had decided to join in extracurricular activities, the most particular noting was baseball varsity. I initially tried out, but a change of thought persuaded me to manage for the varsity instead. It was a good decision on my part, as when I was being bullied by my superior head manager, everyone pretty much stuck up for me and I ended up taking the spot.
In March of 2004, our team went on two tournaments that lasted one week each in a row; both were a f*cking blast. I think that those tournaments were responsible for making me alot more outgoing. LOL, I swear, being drunk was probably the best feeling I've had. And of course that lead me straight to drugs. Which I promptly quit after doing several times. (I may have had stupid moments; but I can quit habits like no one else can). Although, since then, I've made it a point to go out and drink on occasions; as this is a reservation that parties every night. Because I was willing to go the distance, my social status went up and as a result, I got plenty of friends, which helped my self-esteem alot (don't say it, I know what you're probably thinking, I've already beat myself over it).
Junior year. I have to say that out of all the years in high school, this one was the most enjoyable one. Senior year was ok, but it was highly overrated, IMO. Anyway, junior started off like any other year. I got average grades, I was no longer the school class genius, more like the average clown kind of guy. Alot of the antics I did cracked up the classes. I was pretty much a changed guy by this time. I managed varsity football, which was one of the most enjoyable sports I could've joined. Long sports trips FTW. A classic one included two 6 hour drives. Anyway, then basketball came around, which I joined as a varsity manager. Went all the way to state, which was fun. Joined baseball again, but in the middle of baseball season, I quit and went into a depression that I haven't quite gotten out of yet. I have no clue why I felt like that...
Senior year. I can say that I pretty much drifted away from everyone and just stuck in places where I would be alone with my own thoughts. My grades were underaverage once I was depressed. I could barely care about my grades, I was no longer the same guy as the year before. The year went by, I would leave school at noon everytime (because I had only three classes in the morning all year), wonder around all afternoon. Nothing but thinking depressing thoughts were the norm two years ago. As it was, I just barely got the grades to graduate.
Post-Graduation
Lucky enough to have acceptance at DeVry University, but I never went because I didn't have the fundings (I was too depressed to give a damn about scholarships). I basically gave up on college all together and just stayed at home staring at my ceiling. Then after awhile, I just forced myself get on the computer to get things off my mind. It was then I discovered Invisionfree, where I made some real friends who kept me occupied and had someone to talk to now. It's been like this the whole way. I eventually made way to GameFAQs where I mostly lurked. It was not until August that I found an advertising link to here. I lurked here before I decided to join. Probably one of my better decisions. So that's what my life was and I felt that talking about what happened during my social/academic part of life would be a better description of myself. For the actual details, see below.
I already stated my name, the place where I live, and birthplace.
Both my parents are still married.
I have 3 brothers and two sisters. One brother is currently in jail, and both my sisters live out of state. One of my sisters is a mom. So I'm a proud uncle of my 3 three year old nephew who pretty much helps me out of my depression whenever I get the chance to see him, he lives with his mom in New Mexico. So that's not too often. :/
I'm just a mess right now. My father is diagnosed with a fatal kidney disease called Renal End disease; has a marked life. Fortunately, a kidney transplant can save his life. So I got my blood work done and they confirmed that I am a match for my father and we're still working out the details. I have consented to giving a kidney to my dad.
My mother, who I love very much, is a loving mother who tries her best to keep things at home in check (sometimes we're stuck in an endless financial trouble). She's the one who keeps everyone happy. However, she is sick herself, so our family is full of hard working individuals. She has mysterious migraines that has been bugging her since 2000, so she hasn't been working since because of that.
My two younger brothers are in high school. So having money for them to use has been difficult. Especially since my older brother, who is in jail, is not working anymore and usually only does it for his fiancee's family.
I haven't discussed much about my personal family life because I pretty much closed myself off to them majority of my life. Lately, I've only opened up to friends, who understand more than my family would. So in other words, I've only talked about my social/academic life because that's really how I used to be and then some.
Lately, I've been keep my mind off my depression by doing a project of Pokemon, some of you on the IRC may know what I am talking about. For more information, click the Pokemon Project link in my signature if you like. Anyway, it's a huge project that will be enduring months before completion in March.
That's pretty much what I can sum up about other things I may have missed in my main life story.
The points of the main story:
On a last note, I don't claim to say that my life is the worst, I already know and believe that there could be worst things in life than what I've done and faced. I'm just merely putting down what my life was about and who I was, perhaps even am. I just haven't gotten to that point where I've figured myself out yet.
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My Life Story
To begin with, my actual name is Randall Aday Jr. Yep, one of the most dullest names ever and I really dislike it because it has that effect on me seeming to be boring. Anyway, I live in Whiteriver, Arizona, on the Fort Apache Indian Reservation where the population is ~15000, quite small compared to places, considering that this is a mountain environment.
Anyway to begin with, I was never born here in Whiteriver; I was born in Phoenix, Arizona where I've lived for four years since I was born. To this very day, I still consider myself a city kind of guy, as opposed to town kind of guy, as I love the city environment. I moved to Whiteriver with my parents when I was 4 after my brother, John, was born. He was born in Whiteriver; though how that happened when my family was living in Phoenix, don't ask me because my memory is a total blur on that.
Elementary School
We moved and settled in on an ordinary house. I was your normal average kid, except that unlike most other kids, had an innate talent for school work. My parents worked like everyone else and all. Went through Kindergarten at my first school called 7-Mile Elementary; then in first grade and second grade, I was transferred to Whiteriver Elementary for whatever reason I cannot remember now, but truthfully both grades went by without a hitch. Though, as time started going on, I started drifting away from my classmates, I never felt comfortable enough to socialize with them, to be honest.
Third grade, I transferred to a private school where it was supposedly the best of the best in terms of education, which my parents thought it would challenge me. I liked it ok, I guess, but the fact it was Christianity affliated was tougher to accept; I haven't and still don't like having to worship something that has yet to prove itself and having to lose control over my life was something I couldn't accept. But two weeks into my third grade year, I got into a situation where one of the teachers actually yelled at me for some bizarre reason that was irrational and because of that incident, my folks promptly removed me from the school. I then was transferred to a public school where I found a lot more success. I made a few friends there, so it wasn't too bad, in all aspects of it. Third grade went by without a hitch. Fourth grade, I transferred back to 7-Mile which I hadn't seen in years since I was a kindergartener.
Fourth grade was probably the most influential year in my life that would change me forever (not exaggerating). It started off with me starting a new class with a new teacher, blah blah blah. This teacher, however, was way different than most of my other teachers in the sense that he went deeper into each subject he taught us; and maintained the value of reading. After awhile, I actually got interested enough to pick up a book one day and read; after that day, I was hooked onto reading books. I couldn't stop reading and reading; as with everything you do, eventually you get better at it. I was already well literate and intelligent before fourth grade, but after I got hooked into reading, my skills improved exponentially. I was that one kid in class who would automatically raise his hand whenever the teacher asked a question, finish his homework in that same class before school was out, turn in his stuff on time...Yep, my classmates got increasingly jealous and did the one thing they only knew how to do, taunt me and separate me from them, making me a social outcast. Because of this, I got increasingly more and more involved in reading, magnifying the situation ten-fold. It would continue for the rest of the year and seep into the following years...
Fifth grade was as normal as you can say it was for me. Did everything right, answered questions correctly, pretty much the genius kid in class. Of course, I was still in the same classroom with the jealous classmates from fourth grade, the situation actually got out of hand to the point I was transferred to a different class. I never saw those classmates again. The new class I was put in was more mature and accepting, so I pretty much fit in there, though I, by preferential nature, remained friendless. The year went by as normal as it could be.
Junior High
Sixth Grade was yet just as productive as my fourth and fifth grade years and it was there that I got more enemies, so to speak. So I was pretty much an outcast yet again, and by this point, the friendless status was beginning to take its toll on me. Pretty much stuck to doing what I knew best, I just effortlessly won every award there was. Eventually learned to ignore the petty kids who had nothing better to do than put me down.
Seventh Grade is another most influential event in my life. Safe to say, I never changed in academic status then and you can imagine the rest. This was one year that I would never forget because it was the year 2001 and anyone can remember why that year was so significant, 9/11. Because of that tragedy, it wasn't so easy to forget the next event that would occur in the following month of October. Because I was acing everything the seventh grade teachers would throw at me and of the situation that was happening between me and my classmates, the school and my parents decided I was better off being promoted at least a grade ahead. Which I accepted readily because I was extremely bored at that point, having taking naps in every class due to finishing assignments early.
Eighth Grade: I was moved up on October 27, 2001. Which to say was probably one of my more controversial decisions of my life, now that I put it into retrospect. Eigth grade students were rather impressed with my skills and I was actually more readily accepted there, the result being that I was happier as a person and slowly began to be a little more social. So I was doing well socially and academically. Eighth grade went by in a flash and found myself in...yes, high school.
High School
Ninth grade...Where I would meet four of my best friends. One of them was in gym class, where we would just choose to be sent to the library. We would hang out there all period, just kicking back. We didn't do anything until one week before grades were due. Both my friends and I got our reports in, barely getting by on our ass in there. Spring semester would bring two more best friends that I would know. Being in an Apache class was weird to say...But after awhile, it got to the point where I would just hang out and chat with my friends, ignoring the teachers, who just gave up on us. We would fail that class, as it turns out and would have to retake that class later in high school. Ironically, this would be the year that would lead me to going completely downhill. I blame the friends I had. lolz.
Tenth grade. I would again meet more friends that would help me grow socially. I was talkative at that point. But by the end of the year, I was pretty much active everywhere. Being lonely for so many of my years started going away as people started to talk to me more and more during high school; so I started opening up emotionally. I was so closed off, that I was pretty much on my own, as I hardly talked to anyone nor my family at all. The tenth grade spring semester would be one of the most interesting years I would have, including my junior year. I had decided to join in extracurricular activities, the most particular noting was baseball varsity. I initially tried out, but a change of thought persuaded me to manage for the varsity instead. It was a good decision on my part, as when I was being bullied by my superior head manager, everyone pretty much stuck up for me and I ended up taking the spot.
In March of 2004, our team went on two tournaments that lasted one week each in a row; both were a f*cking blast. I think that those tournaments were responsible for making me alot more outgoing. LOL, I swear, being drunk was probably the best feeling I've had. And of course that lead me straight to drugs. Which I promptly quit after doing several times. (I may have had stupid moments; but I can quit habits like no one else can). Although, since then, I've made it a point to go out and drink on occasions; as this is a reservation that parties every night. Because I was willing to go the distance, my social status went up and as a result, I got plenty of friends, which helped my self-esteem alot (don't say it, I know what you're probably thinking, I've already beat myself over it).
Junior year. I have to say that out of all the years in high school, this one was the most enjoyable one. Senior year was ok, but it was highly overrated, IMO. Anyway, junior started off like any other year. I got average grades, I was no longer the school class genius, more like the average clown kind of guy. Alot of the antics I did cracked up the classes. I was pretty much a changed guy by this time. I managed varsity football, which was one of the most enjoyable sports I could've joined. Long sports trips FTW. A classic one included two 6 hour drives. Anyway, then basketball came around, which I joined as a varsity manager. Went all the way to state, which was fun. Joined baseball again, but in the middle of baseball season, I quit and went into a depression that I haven't quite gotten out of yet. I have no clue why I felt like that...
Senior year. I can say that I pretty much drifted away from everyone and just stuck in places where I would be alone with my own thoughts. My grades were underaverage once I was depressed. I could barely care about my grades, I was no longer the same guy as the year before. The year went by, I would leave school at noon everytime (because I had only three classes in the morning all year), wonder around all afternoon. Nothing but thinking depressing thoughts were the norm two years ago. As it was, I just barely got the grades to graduate.
Post-Graduation
Lucky enough to have acceptance at DeVry University, but I never went because I didn't have the fundings (I was too depressed to give a damn about scholarships). I basically gave up on college all together and just stayed at home staring at my ceiling. Then after awhile, I just forced myself get on the computer to get things off my mind. It was then I discovered Invisionfree, where I made some real friends who kept me occupied and had someone to talk to now. It's been like this the whole way. I eventually made way to GameFAQs where I mostly lurked. It was not until August that I found an advertising link to here. I lurked here before I decided to join. Probably one of my better decisions. So that's what my life was and I felt that talking about what happened during my social/academic part of life would be a better description of myself. For the actual details, see below.
Facts
I already stated my name, the place where I live, and birthplace.
Both my parents are still married.
I have 3 brothers and two sisters. One brother is currently in jail, and both my sisters live out of state. One of my sisters is a mom. So I'm a proud uncle of my 3 three year old nephew who pretty much helps me out of my depression whenever I get the chance to see him, he lives with his mom in New Mexico. So that's not too often. :/
I'm just a mess right now. My father is diagnosed with a fatal kidney disease called Renal End disease; has a marked life. Fortunately, a kidney transplant can save his life. So I got my blood work done and they confirmed that I am a match for my father and we're still working out the details. I have consented to giving a kidney to my dad.
My mother, who I love very much, is a loving mother who tries her best to keep things at home in check (sometimes we're stuck in an endless financial trouble). She's the one who keeps everyone happy. However, she is sick herself, so our family is full of hard working individuals. She has mysterious migraines that has been bugging her since 2000, so she hasn't been working since because of that.
My two younger brothers are in high school. So having money for them to use has been difficult. Especially since my older brother, who is in jail, is not working anymore and usually only does it for his fiancee's family.
I haven't discussed much about my personal family life because I pretty much closed myself off to them majority of my life. Lately, I've only opened up to friends, who understand more than my family would. So in other words, I've only talked about my social/academic life because that's really how I used to be and then some.
Lately, I've been keep my mind off my depression by doing a project of Pokemon, some of you on the IRC may know what I am talking about. For more information, click the Pokemon Project link in my signature if you like. Anyway, it's a huge project that will be enduring months before completion in March.
That's pretty much what I can sum up about other things I may have missed in my main life story.
Summary
The points of the main story:
- My early elementary years were normal until I met my fourth grade teacher, who greatly influenced me into academics. Which I can say honestly I'm not sure I'm grateful for.
- My junior high years were miserable until I was promoted to 8th grade which was probably a turn point in life that changed me in personality.
- My high school years were filled with laughter, fun, carelessness until I got depressed in the later part of my junior year, which I haven't completely shaken even now.
- My post-graduation life is crappy, real life wise; online wise, I suppose it's alright, considering that I'm talking to people of the same interests and all.
On a last note, I don't claim to say that my life is the worst, I already know and believe that there could be worst things in life than what I've done and faced. I'm just merely putting down what my life was about and who I was, perhaps even am. I just haven't gotten to that point where I've figured myself out yet.
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Well I am the oldest son of my familiy my name is Luis Miguel De la Rueda. I live in california if five foot ten and I weigh about 100 pounds. Most girls I have tried to approach have claimed to like me but they dont really dig me being so skinny. I have had three girls completely wreck me with wooing me then breaking me. My mom has a comlex and screams at me all the time and always seems to be mad but she trys. I dont smoke weed anymore because I am the rare case of smoker who has almost no recollection of what ive done while im high waking up in my neighbors garage once. I play the guitar and enjoy I only have three real friends. I find it hard to move on after ive stopped seeing a girl not being able to stop liking them I am what you would call sucidal but I cope with it.
| QUOTE (_Jth @ Oct 3 2007, 05:50 AM) |
| I wanted more of a summary of your life, but that works too I suppose. I'll give it a shot. I live in Sumter, South Carolina and I have my whole life. On the surface I have a pretty nice life, actually, a very nice life. Both of my parents are lawyers, [He has his own firm which deals with taxes, and she is the city attorney for a LONG time now.] At least 8 of my extended family members are lawyers, and my uncle is even the mayor of where I live. But things aren't actually that good, you could say. I'm 5 years younger than my sister [I was born pretty late in my parents life, and she KINDA was, too, I guess it has something to do with their careers.] And when she was 8, she went into a coma. She wasn't supposed to come out of it, but she did, with Insulin Diabetes, and Brain Damage which primarily affects the impulse control part of her brain, and things like her motivation/motor skills, etc. Ever since then, things have been worse. While my family was adjusting to my sister, my dad became a big time drinker, getting worse and worse are years went on, but things were still OK. I had friends, I was pretty well liked, I had the typical best friend, and our family had somewhat adapted to the problems my sisters illness brought foward. Anyways, I'm sure there is some other turning point, but for me it was when I was in the 2nd grade, and my dad cheated on my mom with my best friends mom, and they started seeing eachother, he missed christmas with us, things like that. And eventually he ended up leaving the house and dating his mom while both sets of parents were still married, then we found out my mom had kidney cancer. So she had to go through that pretty much by herself, while my dad tried to kill himself at least twice. Later, my dad and my friend's mom [I never saw my friend at this point, and us and our families had used to be inseperable] broke up, and our parents got back together, but by this time I was pretty messed up. Not social at all, fat, depressed, but I still had friends, I guess. My dad's drinking problem worsended, and he started getting abusive for the next few years, and things didn't get much better. After a little therapy, I was normal, but still fat, really fat, and was the subject of a lot of abuse when I first go to middle school, so I did something about it. I joined the football team, lost weight, and started to date, hanging out with the in crowd, and by the time I got into 7th/8th grade I smoked A LOT of weed, while still maintaining my status at school, and having an abusive father and a sick mother at home [She had adrenal cancer, once she got her kidney removed from the other cancer.] Errr, wow this is TL;DR. The next turning point was probably the end of last year when I got back into the internet stuffs, and found a better group of friends [in the middle of the little 'chart' and was comfortable enough with myself not to do things I didn't want to.] I guess you could say I managed to find a balance between the two sides of myself. I'd probably say I'm the happiest I've been since I first 'changed' myself, even though my dad is sick from years of smoking/drinking, my sister is 20 now and still a senior in highschool, and my mom STILL has a tumor in her adrenal gland. Aside from all the personal stuff, I'm just a regular teenager who gets in trouble sometimes, very bright, but very lazy [I'm 14, a freshman btw.] Who really likes a girl right now [won't even get into that >_>] |
Heh, I left a lot out.
My name is Joseph Tyler Horne [Just say, Horn. I tell people it's Horn-ay for fun, though] But I've always gone by Tyler, I guess my parents despite being lawyers, are rule breakers!! Even though I was depressed throughout my elementary and early middle school career, I was friends with all the guys, and pretty well liked until they started liking girls. I was incredibly shy, and didn't REALLY get out of that shell until I got in shape and became well, 'cooler' for lack of a better word.
The only thing girl related I remember from early years, is I had a HUGE crush on some girl throughout 2nd-6th grade, and apparently at the beginning of 6th, she liked me a lot. But my good friend [who actually was a girl] neglected to tell me, and by the time I found out I was 'changing' myself, and she thought I was an asshole. Funny how that happens, I wonder if I would be happier if something ever happened with that, but I really doubt it.
The next year was a big year from me. I had always been athletic, even while big, but stuck to playing the post in basketball. However, now that I was in shape I played football, and was one of the 'top' players, which was kinda cool considering I was a grade behind. I was even closer to all my friends, now that I had girls, and was on the team. It was a pretty good year, but I started screwing up in school, being a smartass, skipping class, and just doing dumb things in general. [Like, throwing over a desk in front of a sub and storming out of the classroom like I was upset, dumb stuff like that.] I do take pride in the fact though, that unless you were a douchebag, I didn't make fun of anyone.. ::shrug::
But soon my best friend moved, and my other best friend I hadnt seen since our parents did the deed, so that was quite sad. At this point I met two other groups of friends [I backtracked a little, but bare with me.] One was the group who played around all the time, came from various things at school, but we're all growing up boys who liked to make people laugh. The other group being the drama group, that begins forming when people start to become more unique [Did I forget to mention I've done drama since like, the 3rd grade?] Eventually I began smoking weed with yet ANOTHER group of friends, so someone had to get ditched. It was the popular kids, and to this day they still don't really talk to me outside of me being the class-clown in class :X. I won't say I regret it though, because I really don't.
The next year I continued to do well in football, but my other 'hobbies' and drama and the 'love' of my life got in the way of it, so I quit once the season was over, and have no intention to ever pick it back up. [I do play tennis, at the center though, and might for school.] Anyways, I dated this girl who I really cared about, the first person I wasn't just feeding lines to get anything in return. We dated for 3-4 months, but I couldn't handle a relationship, my family was having problems, and she wasn't there for me to talk to, and I was jealous. Things were at a stand-still, we broke up. I was heart broken. I started to do really BAD in school [instead of just lazily average.] And smoking a LOT more. Me and a group of friends ended up going into the bandroom after school [long story to how we got in there] and we basically ruined it, somehow or another we were caught, and I was suspended for 2 weeks, and had to pay a fine.
So this summer I started off with this: Grounded for two months, no seeing ANYBODY, etc. So this meant, no smoking, no girls, no friends, and no ..fun, in general. So this summer I got back into the poke-community [I joined a year or two prior to this] and like I said in my quote'd post, I think I've balanced myself, despite losing a ton of friends this summer.
Present: Right now I find myself in an odd place. I'm not doing sports, so I somewhat lost that group of friends, my 'class clown' group of friends has moved on to other things, and even though we all still hangout, we were really just white kids trying to act cool in the first place. [even though we all still get in trouble all the time, it's just different.] I guess it's true, your friends really do split up in high school. I still have my 'drama/other' friends too, the ones I was closest too. But a lot of them really grew up over the summer, made friends in higher grades, and saw a lot more of eachother over the summer than I saw of them, so I'm kinda mixed up. I have a few friends I'm really close to, one being this girl that I've fallen for really hard, like an obsession, kinda like Eric. And while we'll probably end up dating, she has a boyfriend right now who she can't decide whether she wants to continue dating him or not, so I'm just trying to stop thinking about it..[this isn't helping..] So basically, right now I'm really into Drama at the Little Theatre here, and after school, and just, hanging out. If you have any questions [you probably don't
] feel free to ask.Btw, I am terrible at Math. 3 bad teachers in a row ruined me, I got all advanced on my end of year state exams last year, with near perfect scores, but got a basic in math, it's horrible. I guess it makes sense, though. The drama guy is good at writing and stuff, =|.
Warning, W-o-t alert.
You guys recognize me as Travis Axel but in real life my name is Jonathan Alan Beras. I guess I?ll just start straight from the womb, heh.
I was born in Utah and I was an adopted child, as well as my sister (from California). I was born with major breathing complications which turned out to be a severe case of Asthma in which I almost died. From hospital to hospital to steroid to steroid I ended up making it through. Through the years my lungs grew out of it and I rarely notice my Asthma.
I lived in Brooklyn New York until I was three and a half and then moved into Staten Island. It was around that age where my artistic abilities emerged. Even though I only drew trains it was apparent that I had potential.
Around when I turned five, I had picked up interests in the Martial Arts and ended up taking Tae Kwon Do when I was six and the same as well for Basketball. I was in Tae Kwon Do for about six years and I made it to Black Belt Second Degree. As for Basketball, I was always picked for the top teams, mainly because I played an insane defense. Later In the years I tried out other sports like Soccer and Hockey.
There aren?t any major "highlights" from my Elementary School experiences other than having the most ironic moment ever. Sometime around second grade I brought a pair of fake glasses to school. I told my teacher that I had problems with my sight and needed to sit closer to the board (with my friends of course!) That night I received a phone call from my teacher concerning my "vision problems". It turns out about a few weeks later I became nearsighted and to top it off, I had the "Lazy Eye Syndrome". I needed double eye surgery and a real set of glasses. >_<
Next comes Middle School. It was around then when Rap got real popular. Eminem, Dr Dre, Jay-Z, Nas, everyone was listening to it and a lot of "wannabes" were born. I was always into Techno Rock Alternative stuff and it turns out who other than my friends would start being wangsters? Yeah, eventually I just got back-stabbed by my so-called friends for my tastes because I don?t like "keeping with the times" *rolls eyes*. So what if I wasn't into Rap, I still loved South Pole pants among other clothes, so my style was somewhat ironic, but I ignored the losers. Anyway, I made my first Girlfriend in seventh grade so I didn?t care about the "friend" issue as much then. Then the summer before eighth grade she called me and made it aware she was cheating on me. Wow...
Anyway, next comes High School. During freshman orientation my parents were looking forward to putting me into various art programs but I somehow ended up in the Marching Band. Due to the common stereotypes I hated the idea at first, but then I came to love it. It was my life. Freshman year at band camp, or.... "One time at Band Camp" I met a nice girl. We dated for about a year and I thought that this could be my first serious relationship. People started telling me that she was a whore/slut/etc. of course I didn't believe them; I had to see it for myself. Not only was she just "seeing" other guys, she was having sex behind my back. Not only did it screw me up emotionally, but it screwed me up academically. So the beginning of sophomore year (in Band Camp of course) I actually got around to saying "I really think we need to take a break". Apparently she couldn?t respect my word so she ended up yelling at me about it. Not only that but some senior kids started provoking her telling her I was wrong, I was the bad guy, etc. so she literally started fighting me about it. I started off just blocking and evading but the second she got a shot at my groin I pushed her away immediately which resulted in her face connecting with the nearby wall, which was entirely an accident.
I won?t lie. I cut class A LOT </caps>. Not only did I have to deal with this bullshit but I had other fights to settle, literally. In High School I only lost one fight because this kid pulled a cheap shot with a plastered cast. Eventually I just stopped giving a crap and I ditched school all the time. I started smoking weed just to try it and see what the media hype was all about, and then it turned out to be an outlet of creativity for me. I smoked despite my Asthma history because I really couldn't give a crap about life then. I wasn't really suicidal; I just lost my fear of death really. I also took up drinking with my friends. I don?t have any regrets for doing the drugs that I did, but I do have regrets for most of the stuff that fucked up my life. Now you?re probably wondering, where were my parents when this was happening? I never had good communications with them. They were always strict and wouldn?t understand.
Every day I was at my friend Glen's house. He?s the one I started smoking with. We started a band for laughs and eventually we became well known on our Island. We were "Hope is Falling". It sounds kind of Emo, but it was mainly Punk Rock and Alternative stuff. Every night whether it was after a show or just a regular night we constantly played Melee, RE4, Legend of Zelda (The collectors set for GCN), Four Swords, and some other stuff. He was a real good friend of mine, I could tell him anything.
Now I was in my senior year of High School. Just as I was re-assembling my ego and reputation from the ?Girlfriend Incident? I was actually starting to make more friends in High School. Like the saying goes, ?All good things come to an end? but who would have thought that I would have to move away? I absolutely hated the idea, but then enjoyed the concept of Anonymity and starting anew. Little did I know that the Floridian School year ended way earlier, by a month and a half! Being that I moved in March, this left me little time for making friends. I made one friend and he turned out to be a back-stabber. I seriously didn?t know what was wrong with him. As far as I heard, his parents abandoned him several times in the past and were too busy with ?work?, but work is in NO way an excuse. His name was Jamie. He lived in the ghetto part of our city. At first glance he was a cool kid, but he was socially inept beyond belief. One day he actually blamed the death of one of his pets on me. He had a ferret and a baby rabbit. His ferret ended up killing it. I called him later on in the day to see what?s up and he started saying ?you know what you did? and ?you?re hiding it in your conscience?. As it is, I tried so hard trying to help him with his personal problems but seeing this, I just said ?fuck it, he?s too damn stubborn?. I then started off fresh with zero friends once again!
Then I got a job with Pizza Hut working ?part-time?. I put that in quotes because I was often called for overtime due to a lack of responsible workers so a 32 hour week could simply transform into a 60 hour week. I didn?t really have much else to do. It was good for the money but it was making me fat. Around the time I quit I was about six foot three, 290 lbs (I started at 260). Since I was in High School I always had a beer-gut but it was getting ridiculous now. I got blood tested and found out my blood sugar was 126 which was borderline diabetic. Then it hit me in the face and I took action so I joined Jenny Craig and started going to the gym with a personal trainer. That was five months ago, now I?m a comfortable 248 lbs.
I haven?t really talked much about my art but in my schools, I always dominated the competition as a drawer. Eventually I hit a depression in my life when I was introduced to the Internet. I had computers since I was five, but I never acknowledged the Internet as a social place outside of AOL. Then around eighth grade I realized how much better people are out there which is one of the reasons I don?t draw as frequently any more.
Speaking of Internet let me tell you how I found you cool cats! In 2003 or 04 started frequenting GameFAQs under the name Axel952 or Andross5608 (I forget which) needless to say, I wasn?t willing to sign up with Gamespot (the Merge). It seemed like a lengthy process at the time so I just left GF for a while. I went to EBaums for like a month till? I realized how full of shit it was. Then I moved on to SteaknCheese (I don?t advise anyone to go there) It was a good site until it got taken over by gore freaks. I learned of Tubgirl LemonParty and Goatse at a pretty early age. People would try to catch me with it and even if they did I would say it?s a broken link to avoid certain ownage XD.
Other than Nintendo I wasn?t real huge into games. I was just one of the old school Nintendo fan boys (not like those annoying pricks on the NGG, or SBB boards) just a fan. One day in September 2006 I just so happened to be looking up a guide for Megaman Battle Network 6 and then I found the Diamond boards. With all the new advances that Gamefreak made my nostalgia kicked in and made me import it.
After about thirteen bans I?m still here
.
You guys recognize me as Travis Axel but in real life my name is Jonathan Alan Beras. I guess I?ll just start straight from the womb, heh.
I was born in Utah and I was an adopted child, as well as my sister (from California). I was born with major breathing complications which turned out to be a severe case of Asthma in which I almost died. From hospital to hospital to steroid to steroid I ended up making it through. Through the years my lungs grew out of it and I rarely notice my Asthma.
I lived in Brooklyn New York until I was three and a half and then moved into Staten Island. It was around that age where my artistic abilities emerged. Even though I only drew trains it was apparent that I had potential.
Around when I turned five, I had picked up interests in the Martial Arts and ended up taking Tae Kwon Do when I was six and the same as well for Basketball. I was in Tae Kwon Do for about six years and I made it to Black Belt Second Degree. As for Basketball, I was always picked for the top teams, mainly because I played an insane defense. Later In the years I tried out other sports like Soccer and Hockey.
There aren?t any major "highlights" from my Elementary School experiences other than having the most ironic moment ever. Sometime around second grade I brought a pair of fake glasses to school. I told my teacher that I had problems with my sight and needed to sit closer to the board (with my friends of course!) That night I received a phone call from my teacher concerning my "vision problems". It turns out about a few weeks later I became nearsighted and to top it off, I had the "Lazy Eye Syndrome". I needed double eye surgery and a real set of glasses. >_<
Next comes Middle School. It was around then when Rap got real popular. Eminem, Dr Dre, Jay-Z, Nas, everyone was listening to it and a lot of "wannabes" were born. I was always into Techno Rock Alternative stuff and it turns out who other than my friends would start being wangsters? Yeah, eventually I just got back-stabbed by my so-called friends for my tastes because I don?t like "keeping with the times" *rolls eyes*. So what if I wasn't into Rap, I still loved South Pole pants among other clothes, so my style was somewhat ironic, but I ignored the losers. Anyway, I made my first Girlfriend in seventh grade so I didn?t care about the "friend" issue as much then. Then the summer before eighth grade she called me and made it aware she was cheating on me. Wow...
Anyway, next comes High School. During freshman orientation my parents were looking forward to putting me into various art programs but I somehow ended up in the Marching Band. Due to the common stereotypes I hated the idea at first, but then I came to love it. It was my life. Freshman year at band camp, or.... "One time at Band Camp" I met a nice girl. We dated for about a year and I thought that this could be my first serious relationship. People started telling me that she was a whore/slut/etc. of course I didn't believe them; I had to see it for myself. Not only was she just "seeing" other guys, she was having sex behind my back. Not only did it screw me up emotionally, but it screwed me up academically. So the beginning of sophomore year (in Band Camp of course) I actually got around to saying "I really think we need to take a break". Apparently she couldn?t respect my word so she ended up yelling at me about it. Not only that but some senior kids started provoking her telling her I was wrong, I was the bad guy, etc. so she literally started fighting me about it. I started off just blocking and evading but the second she got a shot at my groin I pushed her away immediately which resulted in her face connecting with the nearby wall, which was entirely an accident.
I won?t lie. I cut class A LOT </caps>. Not only did I have to deal with this bullshit but I had other fights to settle, literally. In High School I only lost one fight because this kid pulled a cheap shot with a plastered cast. Eventually I just stopped giving a crap and I ditched school all the time. I started smoking weed just to try it and see what the media hype was all about, and then it turned out to be an outlet of creativity for me. I smoked despite my Asthma history because I really couldn't give a crap about life then. I wasn't really suicidal; I just lost my fear of death really. I also took up drinking with my friends. I don?t have any regrets for doing the drugs that I did, but I do have regrets for most of the stuff that fucked up my life. Now you?re probably wondering, where were my parents when this was happening? I never had good communications with them. They were always strict and wouldn?t understand.
Every day I was at my friend Glen's house. He?s the one I started smoking with. We started a band for laughs and eventually we became well known on our Island. We were "Hope is Falling". It sounds kind of Emo, but it was mainly Punk Rock and Alternative stuff. Every night whether it was after a show or just a regular night we constantly played Melee, RE4, Legend of Zelda (The collectors set for GCN), Four Swords, and some other stuff. He was a real good friend of mine, I could tell him anything.
Now I was in my senior year of High School. Just as I was re-assembling my ego and reputation from the ?Girlfriend Incident? I was actually starting to make more friends in High School. Like the saying goes, ?All good things come to an end? but who would have thought that I would have to move away? I absolutely hated the idea, but then enjoyed the concept of Anonymity and starting anew. Little did I know that the Floridian School year ended way earlier, by a month and a half! Being that I moved in March, this left me little time for making friends. I made one friend and he turned out to be a back-stabber. I seriously didn?t know what was wrong with him. As far as I heard, his parents abandoned him several times in the past and were too busy with ?work?, but work is in NO way an excuse. His name was Jamie. He lived in the ghetto part of our city. At first glance he was a cool kid, but he was socially inept beyond belief. One day he actually blamed the death of one of his pets on me. He had a ferret and a baby rabbit. His ferret ended up killing it. I called him later on in the day to see what?s up and he started saying ?you know what you did? and ?you?re hiding it in your conscience?. As it is, I tried so hard trying to help him with his personal problems but seeing this, I just said ?fuck it, he?s too damn stubborn?. I then started off fresh with zero friends once again!
Then I got a job with Pizza Hut working ?part-time?. I put that in quotes because I was often called for overtime due to a lack of responsible workers so a 32 hour week could simply transform into a 60 hour week. I didn?t really have much else to do. It was good for the money but it was making me fat. Around the time I quit I was about six foot three, 290 lbs (I started at 260). Since I was in High School I always had a beer-gut but it was getting ridiculous now. I got blood tested and found out my blood sugar was 126 which was borderline diabetic. Then it hit me in the face and I took action so I joined Jenny Craig and started going to the gym with a personal trainer. That was five months ago, now I?m a comfortable 248 lbs.
I haven?t really talked much about my art but in my schools, I always dominated the competition as a drawer. Eventually I hit a depression in my life when I was introduced to the Internet. I had computers since I was five, but I never acknowledged the Internet as a social place outside of AOL. Then around eighth grade I realized how much better people are out there which is one of the reasons I don?t draw as frequently any more.
Speaking of Internet let me tell you how I found you cool cats! In 2003 or 04 started frequenting GameFAQs under the name Axel952 or Andross5608 (I forget which) needless to say, I wasn?t willing to sign up with Gamespot (the Merge). It seemed like a lengthy process at the time so I just left GF for a while. I went to EBaums for like a month till? I realized how full of shit it was. Then I moved on to SteaknCheese (I don?t advise anyone to go there) It was a good site until it got taken over by gore freaks. I learned of Tubgirl LemonParty and Goatse at a pretty early age. People would try to catch me with it and even if they did I would say it?s a broken link to avoid certain ownage XD.
Other than Nintendo I wasn?t real huge into games. I was just one of the old school Nintendo fan boys (not like those annoying pricks on the NGG, or SBB boards) just a fan. One day in September 2006 I just so happened to be looking up a guide for Megaman Battle Network 6 and then I found the Diamond boards. With all the new advances that Gamefreak made my nostalgia kicked in and made me import it.
After about thirteen bans I?m still here
.Here's my turn..
You guys all may know me as Masterofidiots, but my real name is Marc Goudge. I'm 13, actually, I joined this site while I was 12. Let's start when I was born.
I was born in Toronto, August 8th, 1994, in Toronto, Canada. My parents were celebrating their second child, but during the first week of my life, my mom and myself both had severe cases of flu. I almost died.
On my first Birthday, before the new school year, my dad had some interesting news for my family. We moved to France the next week. We lived in a town called Neyron, just outside of Lyon, with a humble population of 500. My sister had just been enrolled in the French School system, and within 3 months, was out speaking my Quebecois mother.
To be honest, I can't remember much at this time. I have vague images of me starting to learn both French and English, as my mother and myself would count to 10 in both languages by the time I was 2 and a half. Six months later though, life changed again. My sister, at the age of 8, had already started to make very good friends. We had to move back..She was torn.
We moved back to the same house in Toronto. I started my preschool, going to a babysitters on the corner of Bloor and Royal York(For all you torontonians out there) At this time, I started speaking fluently in English, and was speaking at a grade 3 canadian system French, although my language progress started to slow down.
I started my kindergarden, nothing much to say here, except for one note. My neighbour, who was the same age as my sister, and myself started visiting each other often. He got me into video games, and I'll never forget him, but for the wrong reasons..
During the summer that is was going into grade 1, two things happened. First, I was diagnosed with a mild case of asthma. To this day, I clear my throat every ten minutes, and am taking serious amounts of steroids. But that isn't the only thing that happened..
I was sexually abused by my best friend. It was the worst thing that ever happened in my life. I don't want to go into details, but he touched and smacked some parts on my body that he would regret doing....
At this time, in Grade 1, I started going on the computer. I made my first neopets account, and in the same year, got concussed.(You'll see a theme with this)
In Grade 2, it was pretty normal. I did notice one thing though. I was comparing my math scores to others. I had asked my friends, "Do you know what square root is?"
You can guess their answers.
In Grade 3, I made my most successful ever neopets account. I had over 3 mil total supplies just off games, and was proud as hell. I also was concussed again..
In Grade 4, my anger issue started appearing. I was involved in 7 fights that school year, resulting in bloody friends, and ANOTHER concussion. I also made neofriends, not knowing that my parents would never trust me again, and to this day, I sneak onto the internet.
Grade 5 was normal, but I had a homework issue. I was lazy as fucking hell. I had multiple detentions in 3 days..
Grade 6, I got into the worst fight in school history, and the worst concussion I've had to date. It was a two way melee, but after my opponent and myself started bleeding, a friend tried to break it up. After beating him to the ground with my fist, he threw me over, and I was the third kid hospitalized from school in this school's history. I was also named captain of the Trivia, and Chess team. I was a geek.
In Grade 7, a year ago, I had a bet with my friend. My friend said he could beat me in tennis, with his left hand. He did. I drived myself to win, to become better, and I did. I now play in a tennis league with 16 year olds.
Anyways, present time is now. I started playing competitively in July so yeah..
You guys all may know me as Masterofidiots, but my real name is Marc Goudge. I'm 13, actually, I joined this site while I was 12. Let's start when I was born.
I was born in Toronto, August 8th, 1994, in Toronto, Canada. My parents were celebrating their second child, but during the first week of my life, my mom and myself both had severe cases of flu. I almost died.
On my first Birthday, before the new school year, my dad had some interesting news for my family. We moved to France the next week. We lived in a town called Neyron, just outside of Lyon, with a humble population of 500. My sister had just been enrolled in the French School system, and within 3 months, was out speaking my Quebecois mother.
To be honest, I can't remember much at this time. I have vague images of me starting to learn both French and English, as my mother and myself would count to 10 in both languages by the time I was 2 and a half. Six months later though, life changed again. My sister, at the age of 8, had already started to make very good friends. We had to move back..She was torn.
We moved back to the same house in Toronto. I started my preschool, going to a babysitters on the corner of Bloor and Royal York(For all you torontonians out there) At this time, I started speaking fluently in English, and was speaking at a grade 3 canadian system French, although my language progress started to slow down.
I started my kindergarden, nothing much to say here, except for one note. My neighbour, who was the same age as my sister, and myself started visiting each other often. He got me into video games, and I'll never forget him, but for the wrong reasons..
During the summer that is was going into grade 1, two things happened. First, I was diagnosed with a mild case of asthma. To this day, I clear my throat every ten minutes, and am taking serious amounts of steroids. But that isn't the only thing that happened..
I was sexually abused by my best friend. It was the worst thing that ever happened in my life. I don't want to go into details, but he touched and smacked some parts on my body that he would regret doing....
At this time, in Grade 1, I started going on the computer. I made my first neopets account, and in the same year, got concussed.(You'll see a theme with this)
In Grade 2, it was pretty normal. I did notice one thing though. I was comparing my math scores to others. I had asked my friends, "Do you know what square root is?"
You can guess their answers.
In Grade 3, I made my most successful ever neopets account. I had over 3 mil total supplies just off games, and was proud as hell. I also was concussed again..
In Grade 4, my anger issue started appearing. I was involved in 7 fights that school year, resulting in bloody friends, and ANOTHER concussion. I also made neofriends, not knowing that my parents would never trust me again, and to this day, I sneak onto the internet.
Grade 5 was normal, but I had a homework issue. I was lazy as fucking hell. I had multiple detentions in 3 days..
Grade 6, I got into the worst fight in school history, and the worst concussion I've had to date. It was a two way melee, but after my opponent and myself started bleeding, a friend tried to break it up. After beating him to the ground with my fist, he threw me over, and I was the third kid hospitalized from school in this school's history. I was also named captain of the Trivia, and Chess team. I was a geek.
In Grade 7, a year ago, I had a bet with my friend. My friend said he could beat me in tennis, with his left hand. He did. I drived myself to win, to become better, and I did. I now play in a tennis league with 16 year olds.
Anyways, present time is now. I started playing competitively in July so yeah..
Mah Turn!
The Beginning
My name is Arec Phanthapanya and I am very much a full-blooded Laotian, from Laos. I was born on May 3, 1991 in Riverdale, Georgia in Southern Regional Hospital. From then to 1998, I lived in Forest Park, Georgia. I have one brother and two sisters. That was basically my childhood and it certainly was not a good one, but first I'll talk about Pre-Life.
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Before I was born, my parents immigrated from Laos in 1988. Not only did they move my immediate family, they helped bring my WHOLE family here, meaning my aunts and uncles and my only grandfather. My parents ran a jewelry store called Ninh Jewelry, named after my brother. Of course with running a jewelry store comes the dangers of Theft and Robbery and that very much happened to them. They were tied and held at gun point. My mother was pregnant with me at the time and they threatened to kill her if they didn't cooperate. Luckily, nothing happened but two suitcases of jewelry was stolen from our home. Apparently, they either followed my parents OR they were people that knew who we were. My sister suspects it was my brother's friends because he was asleep through the whole dilemma and was not even touched, or so I've been told.
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Well, that was touching wasn't it? I didn't post that for sympathy though. After I learned that this happened. I cherish my life every minute, every second. From that knowledge, I pledged that I WILL be successful and help create a very safe environment for my family and my future family. I live by the possibility that I wouldn't be alive right now if my parent's were to be killed. And that is why I cause no problems for them what-so-ever.
Anyway, like stated before, I grew up in Forest Park. In Georgia, even though people live in the Suburbs, there's some kind of mentality that we're still in the "hood" and so my neighborhood was kind of bad. The atmosphere in my house was awkward too. My siblings didn't like my father and neither did I. He had a temper problem and got mad easily, which lead to physical abuse. My brother was an outcast. He started doing drugs and eventually entering into a very notorious gang called, simply, "Bloods". My Oldest Sister was soon to follow and my Youngest (yet older than me) was also following that path. Basically, all three of my siblings were on the path of being a statistic. Not only that, the name "Phanthapanya" was known in the area.
My parents saw what the environment was doing to my older siblings and so they knew they had to do something to stop me from becoming just like them. In 1998, we moved to Jonesboro, Georgia. It's very quiet here, but that wasn't apparent in my household. Two years went kind of fast and 2000 came. That was when my brother, who is 18, had his first child. His girlfriend shortly moved in with us and she was 16! After his child, that was when the tensions arose. It wasn't between my parents but between my siblings. My brother's gf and my oldest sister were pretty much best friends until the gf accused my sister of stealing a hair bow. A simple hair bow that probably costs no less than 10 cents, sparked a huge flame between my sister and my brother. At times I would witness my brother hitting my sister to get her away from his gf and usually a child would be pretty scarred seeing that. For some reason, I wasn't affected though.
Maybe it was my personality that shielded me from the horrors of my childhood. Better yet, maybe it was school. At home, I was as quiet as mouse, but at school, I was loud and boisterous. I eventually fell into the popular crowd, but not one of those "If I do this, and not act like I normally do, I'll be cool" people. I spoke my mind and did really well on every assignment. My first girlfriend was in the sixth grade but that wasn't a very long relationship. It only lasted two hours because I got bored...but anyway I was pretty much an all A student up until High School. My grades didn't slip or anything but my streak of A's just ended there.
The Rising Action
I do fairly well in school. I have a 3.928 G.P.A. I've been single for 8 months now. With my last gf, we dated for 2 and a half months but that's the past. At times, I feel lonely. I always ask myself why I don't have a gf when I can get one easily. I'm not being arrogant but it's true. I get flocked by girls all the time whenever I go out in public, and that isn't often. I'm just picky and don't like to start in a relationship right away. An excuse I use for me not having a gf is that I need to focus on school. You see, with my ex, we've known each other for about 2 years now, and before we dated, we knew each other for 8 months. At that time, it was A LOT of stress on my part because of reasons I shall not say for privacy sake.
Anyway, as of now, I'm currently a Junior at Mundy's Mill High School and I'm ready to go to college. Unlike the previous school years, I'm not very popular, but everyone knows who I am. I usually the "asian kid that dresses 'fly'(good)". I even heard things like "Your considered black not asian" and the funny thing is that I don't act black at all, and by black I mean ghetto. A lot of people come to me for their problems and I'm usually what helps them out with their problems. That isn't necessarily a good thing for I have had a lot of clingy girls liking me. For some reason, that I have no idea why, girls are attracted to me...I honestly don't get it, but I'm not complaining.
But anyway, Like stated before, I am ready to make an impact to society, no matter what that impact will be. Since I'm only 16 now, I still have a lot of life to live hence the reason why I called this rising action. My Dad isn't as abusive any more, I could honestly say the reason is because I don't give him any problems at all and everyone else has moved out...except my brother. None of my siblings, except my brother, has turned their path and is heading toward the correct direction but my brother is slowly getting there. At this point in my life, it's all planning. I don't plan on living in Georgia forever, I even told Iggy I plan on having a child at 18. I don't know if I will be able to carry any of this out (except the child one ;D) but I will certainly try. I have big dreams, big, realistic, dreams. I have morals that I live by, some that I will never change. Just remember my name, I'm sure you'll hear it at some point in time. ;D
The Beginning
My name is Arec Phanthapanya and I am very much a full-blooded Laotian, from Laos. I was born on May 3, 1991 in Riverdale, Georgia in Southern Regional Hospital. From then to 1998, I lived in Forest Park, Georgia. I have one brother and two sisters. That was basically my childhood and it certainly was not a good one, but first I'll talk about Pre-Life.
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Before I was born, my parents immigrated from Laos in 1988. Not only did they move my immediate family, they helped bring my WHOLE family here, meaning my aunts and uncles and my only grandfather. My parents ran a jewelry store called Ninh Jewelry, named after my brother. Of course with running a jewelry store comes the dangers of Theft and Robbery and that very much happened to them. They were tied and held at gun point. My mother was pregnant with me at the time and they threatened to kill her if they didn't cooperate. Luckily, nothing happened but two suitcases of jewelry was stolen from our home. Apparently, they either followed my parents OR they were people that knew who we were. My sister suspects it was my brother's friends because he was asleep through the whole dilemma and was not even touched, or so I've been told.
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Well, that was touching wasn't it? I didn't post that for sympathy though. After I learned that this happened. I cherish my life every minute, every second. From that knowledge, I pledged that I WILL be successful and help create a very safe environment for my family and my future family. I live by the possibility that I wouldn't be alive right now if my parent's were to be killed. And that is why I cause no problems for them what-so-ever.
Anyway, like stated before, I grew up in Forest Park. In Georgia, even though people live in the Suburbs, there's some kind of mentality that we're still in the "hood" and so my neighborhood was kind of bad. The atmosphere in my house was awkward too. My siblings didn't like my father and neither did I. He had a temper problem and got mad easily, which lead to physical abuse. My brother was an outcast. He started doing drugs and eventually entering into a very notorious gang called, simply, "Bloods". My Oldest Sister was soon to follow and my Youngest (yet older than me) was also following that path. Basically, all three of my siblings were on the path of being a statistic. Not only that, the name "Phanthapanya" was known in the area.
My parents saw what the environment was doing to my older siblings and so they knew they had to do something to stop me from becoming just like them. In 1998, we moved to Jonesboro, Georgia. It's very quiet here, but that wasn't apparent in my household. Two years went kind of fast and 2000 came. That was when my brother, who is 18, had his first child. His girlfriend shortly moved in with us and she was 16! After his child, that was when the tensions arose. It wasn't between my parents but between my siblings. My brother's gf and my oldest sister were pretty much best friends until the gf accused my sister of stealing a hair bow. A simple hair bow that probably costs no less than 10 cents, sparked a huge flame between my sister and my brother. At times I would witness my brother hitting my sister to get her away from his gf and usually a child would be pretty scarred seeing that. For some reason, I wasn't affected though.
Maybe it was my personality that shielded me from the horrors of my childhood. Better yet, maybe it was school. At home, I was as quiet as mouse, but at school, I was loud and boisterous. I eventually fell into the popular crowd, but not one of those "If I do this, and not act like I normally do, I'll be cool" people. I spoke my mind and did really well on every assignment. My first girlfriend was in the sixth grade but that wasn't a very long relationship. It only lasted two hours because I got bored...but anyway I was pretty much an all A student up until High School. My grades didn't slip or anything but my streak of A's just ended there.
The Rising Action
I do fairly well in school. I have a 3.928 G.P.A. I've been single for 8 months now. With my last gf, we dated for 2 and a half months but that's the past. At times, I feel lonely. I always ask myself why I don't have a gf when I can get one easily. I'm not being arrogant but it's true. I get flocked by girls all the time whenever I go out in public, and that isn't often. I'm just picky and don't like to start in a relationship right away. An excuse I use for me not having a gf is that I need to focus on school. You see, with my ex, we've known each other for about 2 years now, and before we dated, we knew each other for 8 months. At that time, it was A LOT of stress on my part because of reasons I shall not say for privacy sake.
Anyway, as of now, I'm currently a Junior at Mundy's Mill High School and I'm ready to go to college. Unlike the previous school years, I'm not very popular, but everyone knows who I am. I usually the "asian kid that dresses 'fly'(good)". I even heard things like "Your considered black not asian" and the funny thing is that I don't act black at all, and by black I mean ghetto. A lot of people come to me for their problems and I'm usually what helps them out with their problems. That isn't necessarily a good thing for I have had a lot of clingy girls liking me. For some reason, that I have no idea why, girls are attracted to me...I honestly don't get it, but I'm not complaining.
But anyway, Like stated before, I am ready to make an impact to society, no matter what that impact will be. Since I'm only 16 now, I still have a lot of life to live hence the reason why I called this rising action. My Dad isn't as abusive any more, I could honestly say the reason is because I don't give him any problems at all and everyone else has moved out...except my brother. None of my siblings, except my brother, has turned their path and is heading toward the correct direction but my brother is slowly getting there. At this point in my life, it's all planning. I don't plan on living in Georgia forever, I even told Iggy I plan on having a child at 18. I don't know if I will be able to carry any of this out (except the child one ;D) but I will certainly try. I have big dreams, big, realistic, dreams. I have morals that I live by, some that I will never change. Just remember my name, I'm sure you'll hear it at some point in time. ;D
Eh I don't feel like saying too much. Just that apparently I'm a calculating person when it comes to how people act from an observant point of view... and I normally look down on people in romantic relationships who are doing it wrong, mainly obsessed people.
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