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I am very complicated and may give you trouble in trying to understand me.
I was born in SoCal in 96 and ever since I could remember, my entire personality has been a complete paradox.
You see, ever since i saw kids my age on television, i've always secretly aspired to be famous and be putting some kind of art out there because that's truly what i love, i love making my ideas come to life and watching my own creation flourish and grow before my very eyes.
I guess that also comes from my dad telling me to do and be whatever i want in life ever since i was old enough to listen to him. He certainly is an optimist.
The problem with that is i've always been very shy and reserved. growing up i was pretty awkward looking from my overbite to my weight. And also my darker toned skin and the way i spoke became an abnormality once i moved to North Carolina.
In San Diego i grew up mainly around hispanic and white kids and when i initially moved here i attended predominately "white" schools. (David cox & Mountain island). I guess this is why i didn't fit in at all when i came to Oakdale elementary in the fifth grade. Sometimes i would come home and cry to my mother about how terribly the kids treated me there. It was like i didn't belong, like because i spoke differently (no grasping the accent or slang they used, Probably from being in california) they really didn't want me among them. This is probably where the shyness came from.
I did make a few friends there though, and some of them are my friends to this day, but i'm skipping the worst part. Middle School.
On August 25th, 2008, i attended my first day at Ranson Middle School. I discovered on this day that CMS had the temerity to put me in standard classes. At 12 i thought nothing of it, however, i should have. I was more worried about being "popular" than my academics, a mindset that led to me getting terrible grades. One day when one of my la teachers decided to punish us at lunch, i wrote on a piece of paper expressing my feelings. Boy did that piece of paper get me in trouble. My parents were called to the school because she found it in the trash and interpreted as a death threat. It may have sounded that way, i don't particularly remember what it said. Anyway, that paper virtually got me kicked out of the class so i tried my hand at honors la. I loved how the class went at a good pace and didn't drone on like standard classes and tried many times to switch the rest of my standard classes to no avail. I do remember that one kid would pick on me alot and make me feel bad about myself, everyone else who picked on me through middle school stopped by eighth grade except him, but by then he really didn't phase me because i saw his reason to keep it up and now it truly makes me laugh.
In 9th grade i attended Harding (for personal reasons) for 2 days before transferring to west meck where i was put in ap world history, a class i nearly failed but obtained alot of great knowledge and skills that i employ to this day. Thank you Mrs. Yakubu for that. Now im in 10th grade and am really focusing on breaking out of my shell (as you maybe can tell by watching me) and plan to take that to the best medium i can think of because it is so near and dear to my heart. Youtube. So look out for that, love me, message me, tweet me, subscribe, and look out for some content which i promise to post the links to on this blog.