A Couple of Years in the Making, my short biography on my writing is now complete. From when I was a wee lad in my early years to the end of my High School Career. I hope you all enjoy it to an extent.
So everyone doesn't feel left out; I have been so blessed to have met all of you and each of you are near and dear to my heart.
It's Funny How Much a Person Can Affect You
I live with my family. I have a brother a mom a dad an aunt and a grandma. My brother plays football. My mom works at home. My dad drives trucks. My aunt is a broker and financial aid. My grandma stays home too.
We have lived in this house for 12 years. But I moved a lot. One time we lived in Austin. Then we moved to Plano. Then to Houston. And then back to Plano. To Colorado. To Plano. Then we was kicked out and went to McKinney. Then to Plano. Basic we moved around a lot.
I've been too many schools in my life. There was a time where I went to kindergarten in the morning. Then at daycare for an hour. After that a first grader in the afternoon. But that didn't last long. We moved away to Colorado. Ponderosa was the new school. It was hard being new, but I made a best friend. But we had to move again. This time we went to Denver. Where I went to Trailblazer for second and third grade! It was a good time. It was tragic when we left to return to Plano. I was at Skaggs for third grade to fith grade.
In Sixth Grade was where I met my best friend. Dakota. We both played the flute and had the same class for a few periods. We had lunch together. We both played video games. But this grade was the year where I was angry and mad and not very good person. First time I had a honors class. The one step that has made me take honors classes forever. This was also the first year where I wasn't with my brother in school. It made me lonely. It wasn't good, when one day I walked into English class and my teacher asked me if I was okay. I asked why. She said that I was being withdrawn out of the PISD and would have to find a school in a different district. I was angry, and I don't know why. It just wasn't fair. But I met someone in McKinney, her name was---
Courtney. She was very different. The first person that teased me but still liked me. We spent a lot of time being around each other because of the things we had in common. We both were in band. We both loved animals. And most of all, we both loved books. The library was our haven. The place we go to after a hard school day. Between the both of us we probably read more than half the library. We had our arguments every now and then. About books. About life. But the next day we were just your regular close friends again. Poking, pinching, talking to each other. It hurt, when I found out that I was being transferred to Plano. I promised her I'd come back.
I never did.
She was my first crush.
The first day I came back to Plano was interesting indeed, I mean my brother was back in the same school as I. I was placed in the Concert Maroon Band, which I couldn't complain much about, I enjoyed playing in that band. The amazing part was, on the first day, even though I was late to first period, cause the councilor didn't print out my schedule ahead of time. Dakota recognized me instantly, I even sat across from him. First thing he said to me was, “I can't believe you still have that binder.” Hahahah. He was talking about my yellow binder I've had since 3rd Grade. It was deja vu for me, I've had dreams before of returning back to Plano. Funny, how I knew a person before I really met them.
The one thing I didn't see was how much just seeing Beryl made me feel. I didn't see her until second semester in art. Roll was being called and I was excited. The butterflies were flapping, I actually had a class with her. But I looked around the room, and didn't see her there. Until someone said that she was at home due to Mononucleosis. But I heard that she would be coming back soon, so I waited. The first day she returned, I think my heart lept 10 beats. She looked just the way I imagined. I was nervous about talking to you, worried that you wouldn't recognize me, but the first thing you said was, along the lines, "It's been a while Jimmy." She turned her head and smiled at me. After that, I spent most of my time in art with you. Then the year ended. We went our separate ways, but I got her number. I never called, was too nervous.
It was a nerve-wracking Summer. I was enrolled into McKinney ISD at the newly opened school, McKinney Boyd. A whole bunch of honors and AP courses going under my belt but a week before school started I was withdrawn and coerced to go to Jasper High School.
OOC: Wait a sec, did I even have the word coerce in my vocabulary back then? I guess it doesn't really matter too much at this point...
IC: I think it's funny how everytime I say I am going to move I don't and when I say I won't I do. I won't go into detail what happened at Jasper as it hadn't affected me writing much. I will say though that I stopped using one worded answers for the most part.
Fast Forward to my Junior and Senior year of High School. It was quite intriguing to note that my writing style had grown and perhaps reached it's true base level in terms of my philosophy of writing... Which, I'll have you know also brought to light the fact that the English course is highly subjective seeing as my Junior English Teacher LOVED my style while my Senior English Teacher wasn't too fond of it. But this paper isn't about them, it's about the people I've met.
It was a rather strange experience going to Plano West, mainly because I had transferred over from Plano Senior and in doing so left a lot of my close friends; I had a mission though, a mission to have the same teacher for all four years of high school. I am proud and glad to say that I achieved that goal thanks to a Miss Ashley Norris turned Mrs. Ashley Richie turned Mother Ashley Richie; Single, Married, and had a Child, if that caused any prior confusion. I am excited to note however that by the end of my wondrous four years with her, I had formed a bond that will stand the test of time and scrutiny of the world. From the oral blunder that was our first year to the spectacular fourth year, going on sixth now. Ashley Richie is truly a person that has left her mark in my life.
But don't worry my unknown audience, I don't have a thing for her :P My Latin family is truly a force to be reckoned with.
Along with my Latin family is my PALs family... A wondrous family of 18 people of different skill sets and personalities. They became the ground for which I was able to walk across the stage for my diploma. We had great adventures together; Lots of parties, helping the school, doing behind the scenes work, making music, cooking food, and generally doing things a family would. I have no doubt in my mind that we will always support each other. (: So I'd like to make a shout out to each and every single one of them, in no particular order.
To Chase White, Sam Snelling, Hector Meza, Claire Henson, Lynda Hercules, Mollie Kirk, Molly McMichael, Michael Cozzi, Blake Baldridge, Sydney Lucero, Marla Salamon, Colton Hager, Meagan Auer, Ana Rodriguez, Kim Langston, Amy Boykin, and Marco Pisterzi:
Thank you soo much for being there in our senior year. All of you have helped me grow and I can only wish that I was able to help you grow as well. We are all going to do great things and I want you to know that I will be cheering all of you on and will be as supportive as I can be.
Originally I was going to tell you what the outcome of my writing style has been after 12 years of Public Education but then I thought to myself... Wouldn't it be more fun if I had people try and figure out what my writing philosophy is?
And here we are, so kudos to those of you who can figure out what my writing style is.
Next Up On My To Write List: College, The First Year.
Hahahah, Only joking :P
Or am I?
This was Completed on Wednesday, May 18, 2011 at 1:03am after 2 and a Half Years.
