Life Story Thread
- Thread starter Sakiale
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They should make a movie of it! Christian Bale can play you and we'll sign Nathan Fillion on as me. Throw in a few reverse timelines and Christopher Nolan can direct.
- 6,331
- Banbury, UK
- Uberbee
Erm.. Ok.
I was born at the John Radcliff Hospital in Oxford in 1989 and was raised for my first 4 years on the outskirts of Bicester with my Parents and Grandparents (On my Dad's side, his father died when I was only 6 months old.) before my parents decided to buy a house of their own, still in Bicester.
I went to Glory Farm Primary School for my first 3 and a half years, I grew a fear of swimming after I fell into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. It kinda gripped me to the point where I begged my mum to take me back home on swimming days.
In Year 3 (1997) we moved yet again to our first house in Brackley where I finished off Primary School at Bracken Leas, I was one of the brighter kids, but I also regarded my friends as high as anything, I even brought them sweets before school, I guess as a means to make sure I was still in their 'gang'.
Come 2000, I started Secondary at Magdalen College School, also in Brackley. I went through various stages with friends however, my schoolwork suffered from (Not trying to be big headed) my increase in popularity and when in year 7 I was one of the best in Maths and French, I eventually dropped the latter and only got onto the intermediate GCSE Maths paper.
Enter generic depression stage, Year 10 I felt I was falling behind in the social life, I didn't have a single girlfriend, I hadn't even kissed another girl, and it started to get to me. My weight increased and I spent more time on my PC than outside, something I used to love. Year 11 saw me turn to Alcahol, but I guess looking back, it atleast got me back out of the house.
I joined GTP towards the end of my time at Secondary School, I scored mostley C's and D's in my GCSE's, just enough to get me into Sixth Form where I chose Psychology, Sociology, Science and Business Studies. However it lasted only 3 weeks before I pulled out. I still regret that decision.
So I was unemployed for around a year, in that time I started going out with my current (first and only) girlfriend, Laura (Queen Bee on here) and she was the one who really restarted my life, I found a job at the cinema and have kept it to the present day and I'm still very much in love with her. I can see us getting married one day and having a pet chicken in the back garden. Yes we have discussed it..
And that's about it, today I'm an 18 year old Sixth Form drop out who happened to be lucky in love and looking forward to the future, if there's one thing I've learnt, there's always light at the end of the tunnel.
I was born at the John Radcliff Hospital in Oxford in 1989 and was raised for my first 4 years on the outskirts of Bicester with my Parents and Grandparents (On my Dad's side, his father died when I was only 6 months old.) before my parents decided to buy a house of their own, still in Bicester.
I went to Glory Farm Primary School for my first 3 and a half years, I grew a fear of swimming after I fell into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. It kinda gripped me to the point where I begged my mum to take me back home on swimming days.
In Year 3 (1997) we moved yet again to our first house in Brackley where I finished off Primary School at Bracken Leas, I was one of the brighter kids, but I also regarded my friends as high as anything, I even brought them sweets before school, I guess as a means to make sure I was still in their 'gang'.
Come 2000, I started Secondary at Magdalen College School, also in Brackley. I went through various stages with friends however, my schoolwork suffered from (Not trying to be big headed) my increase in popularity and when in year 7 I was one of the best in Maths and French, I eventually dropped the latter and only got onto the intermediate GCSE Maths paper.
Enter generic depression stage, Year 10 I felt I was falling behind in the social life, I didn't have a single girlfriend, I hadn't even kissed another girl, and it started to get to me. My weight increased and I spent more time on my PC than outside, something I used to love. Year 11 saw me turn to Alcahol, but I guess looking back, it atleast got me back out of the house.
I joined GTP towards the end of my time at Secondary School, I scored mostley C's and D's in my GCSE's, just enough to get me into Sixth Form where I chose Psychology, Sociology, Science and Business Studies. However it lasted only 3 weeks before I pulled out. I still regret that decision.
So I was unemployed for around a year, in that time I started going out with my current (first and only) girlfriend, Laura (Queen Bee on here) and she was the one who really restarted my life, I found a job at the cinema and have kept it to the present day and I'm still very much in love with her. I can see us getting married one day and having a pet chicken in the back garden. Yes we have discussed it..
And that's about it, today I'm an 18 year old Sixth Form drop out who happened to be lucky in love and looking forward to the future, if there's one thing I've learnt, there's always light at the end of the tunnel.
- 30,027
- Cuddington, Cheshire
- JDA1982
I was born August 17th 1982 at 3am in Saint Mary's hospital in Manchester.
I grew up in a working class house and had one brother, Tom who was 2 years and 10 days older than me (the 10 days is important, honest). I can remember so many different events in my childhood it'd take a year to write them, so I'll drop the less interesting stuff. I never really got into fights as a kid, except with my brother, though for the large part we got a long. Even after he slammed a door on my hand and chopped my thumb off. I was 6 at the time, fortunately my mum was around and she got me to hospital wher they re-attached it and used plastic surgery to make it look right. There's still a scar around my thumb, and it's a different size to the other one (it's actually longer). I don't really think about that day much, I can remember it, but it's not a day I care about, I don't hold it with much significane.
Keeping on the theme of injuries, me and my brother used to both have bikes and we'd ride them around the neighbourhood regularly. One night my mum was out and we got into the garage and took our bikes out at night. I have no ideaa what caused it, but all I can remember is going over the handle bars and hitting the ground mouth first. Somehow I ended up at home with a whole tooth in my left hand (it's all in the details). none of the other teeth were broken, or loose, just one of my front teeth came out whole. We found an all night dentist who managed to put it back in, but the tooth didn't settle and the roots died so I now have a bridge.
Unlike having my thumb cut off, that day had a big impact in my life, after that I was never the asme again on anything with two wheels. Ofcourse, I still rode my bike from time to time with friends, but I never enjoyed it properly. And the frequency of me riding just lowered and lowered until I stopped. I've never wanted a bike since, I've never been interested in motorbikes and I've never accepted a ride on one.
Moving on in years, my brother was alright as a kid, until about half way through high school when he started to become increasingly influenced by his friends. It would be unfair to say that I didn't have the teenage rebellion in me at times, a lot of times. But my brother went a step too far. He started getting abusive to the family, and at 15 we sent him to live at my aunt and uncles, to see if being in a different environment would make a difference. It didn't, after three months living there he set fire to the school he was attending in Mansfield. And the lads that got him to do it spilled all to the police. Naturally, he was arrested, then he went to court and was sentenced to 3 years.
He didn't really start to go off the rails until he was in prison. When he came out he was a different person, he'd built himself up in the gym and he was much more agressive. To avoid going too far ahead in time I'm going to leave that topid and go back to me personally. All this was going on while I was still in school, I didn't want to be in school, and to be fair, most of the time I wasn't. As a result of this, I got poor grades, though at least I never got into drugs and fights.
The first girl I went out with, Sam, was in my year but went to a different school. I went to Parrs Wood, she went to Chorlton. She was a nice girl, too nice for what I was turning into (the Hulk, only kidding), I was to a lesser degree, starting to imitate my brother. When he came out of prison, I was happy to see him, we'd got on well as kids and as far as I was concerned, Tom was back. When I left school, I decided to make up for school, and went to Stockport college, I spent 3 years there, 1 year making up for my GCSE's and and a second year doing a follow up course in Construction Design of the Built Environment. I enjoyed the experience, and I still have an interest in that area, but I didn't really have it to make it a profession. While I was in college, I met my second girl friend, Suzannah. She was another blonde, and we shared a lot of interests, but we only lasted as long as the college course. We jsut kind of went to work and became just friends and then not even that after a while.
After college I got my first job, and it was during this time that me and my brother really, seperated. After he came out of prison, he wasn't the same as before. I was happy because he was back. It wasn't long until he was back in prison, he'd duffed one of the lads up who'd ratted on him about setting the school on fire. He went to prison again after that, but the real killer to me, was the way he treated the family. He seemed to have lost something mentally, and he'd just flip out, completely. Ultimately, it led to him being banned from our street
This one night, I was in bad and woke up by some loud smashing noises downstairs. My dad ran down to take a look and my brother was smashing our windows. He'd been sleeping on the couch because he had nowhere to live. This was in 2002, so I went down to see what was going on, and there's shouting, screaming, then a punch up between Tom and my dad. Somehow he managed to get away, and he got into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and chased us all out the house. We're in the middle of the street, at 4am in the morning, being chased by a member of the family holding what much have been the biggest knife we had, screaming he was going to kill us. The scary part was that I believed him.
I specifically remember that my dad slowed down so that me and my mum could get away, but I didn't go. He grabbed my dad and was holding the knife to him and one thought kept going through my head "if that knife goes in, I'm going to kill him". And believe that at that moment in time, I was mentally prepared to kill my brother. What happened was my dad tried to grab the knife and had a tendon in his had cut, my brother got big gash on his face and the police arrived. They didn't catch him, but they arrived, took my dad to hospital and we had my brother banned from the street. A couple of days later, and a lof of money spent on flowers and time spent apologising to the neighbours and things were normal again. Only with Tom still banned from the street. That wasn't the first, or last time he went off the rails, but it was the one that stopped him coming round.
A year later and I had found a house, I was seeing a girl called Sarah, who I'd known for a long time. I wasn't friends with her all the time we knew each other we just knew each other. My work was going well, and life was good. Me and Sarah didn't last, we saw each other for about 8 months on and off between 2003 and 2004. She's a nice girl, but it just didn't work. We're still friends anyway. Shortly after that I met Charlotte, who I'm still with now. I met here while I was out with some friends in Fallowfield, she was a griend of a freind and we hit it off. We didn't start dating straight away, it was about 2 motnhs after we met when I took the plunge and asked her. She was at Uni doing a nursing dergee, which later passed. She currently works at Trafford General. She moved in with me 6 mothns after we started dating and I've been happy to have her around since. I don't see too much of her, because sometimes out work patterns prevent that, but I think it keeps us appreciating the time we do spend together.
Going back to work, my career is great when you look at it, 2 years doing construction desing at college, then I start work as an office junior for a communications company where I end up a sales exec. I leave there for a marketing company, which I didn't like, though the pay was good. I leave there to set up my own comms company, selling mobile phones, which goes really well. For a while. The probnlem weasn't the business structure, it was me, physically. It was too much. I ended up cutting down my telephone work and getting a part time job in the mornings for... A communications company, Caudwell communications it was, then it became Pipex, during which time I met the Hoff. He was big, in leather, and stank. What a guy.
While I was at pipex my job involved monitoring the systems, managing data streams and running reports. All of that in between the usual stuff like browsing GTP, reading the news and playing guess that bra size with my colleagues. I didn't do much interaction with clients, though I got talking to a business client not too long ago. We just chatted about general stuff, he worked for a business and events organising company that tied into a larger compay that organised hotels and what not for the government and for other businesses etc.
The comapny is called Expotel and the part he was in was called STC. We were just chatting, and we got onto the topic of work and to cut to the chase, he asked if I'd like a job with him. So that's what I do now, I manage budgets and contracts for events and conferences, so far, in the UK, but I do have one for France next year and I have one for Washington DC next year that I'll need to start on in the coming months. I would say, I'm ambitious when it comes to career moves, though a bit less ambitous now than I was before I ran my own company, though I'm glad I tried.
That's a bit of a brief summary of things, and I might add to it at a later date.
I grew up in a working class house and had one brother, Tom who was 2 years and 10 days older than me (the 10 days is important, honest). I can remember so many different events in my childhood it'd take a year to write them, so I'll drop the less interesting stuff. I never really got into fights as a kid, except with my brother, though for the large part we got a long. Even after he slammed a door on my hand and chopped my thumb off. I was 6 at the time, fortunately my mum was around and she got me to hospital wher they re-attached it and used plastic surgery to make it look right. There's still a scar around my thumb, and it's a different size to the other one (it's actually longer). I don't really think about that day much, I can remember it, but it's not a day I care about, I don't hold it with much significane.
Keeping on the theme of injuries, me and my brother used to both have bikes and we'd ride them around the neighbourhood regularly. One night my mum was out and we got into the garage and took our bikes out at night. I have no ideaa what caused it, but all I can remember is going over the handle bars and hitting the ground mouth first. Somehow I ended up at home with a whole tooth in my left hand (it's all in the details). none of the other teeth were broken, or loose, just one of my front teeth came out whole. We found an all night dentist who managed to put it back in, but the tooth didn't settle and the roots died so I now have a bridge.
Unlike having my thumb cut off, that day had a big impact in my life, after that I was never the asme again on anything with two wheels. Ofcourse, I still rode my bike from time to time with friends, but I never enjoyed it properly. And the frequency of me riding just lowered and lowered until I stopped. I've never wanted a bike since, I've never been interested in motorbikes and I've never accepted a ride on one.
Moving on in years, my brother was alright as a kid, until about half way through high school when he started to become increasingly influenced by his friends. It would be unfair to say that I didn't have the teenage rebellion in me at times, a lot of times. But my brother went a step too far. He started getting abusive to the family, and at 15 we sent him to live at my aunt and uncles, to see if being in a different environment would make a difference. It didn't, after three months living there he set fire to the school he was attending in Mansfield. And the lads that got him to do it spilled all to the police. Naturally, he was arrested, then he went to court and was sentenced to 3 years.
He didn't really start to go off the rails until he was in prison. When he came out he was a different person, he'd built himself up in the gym and he was much more agressive. To avoid going too far ahead in time I'm going to leave that topid and go back to me personally. All this was going on while I was still in school, I didn't want to be in school, and to be fair, most of the time I wasn't. As a result of this, I got poor grades, though at least I never got into drugs and fights.
The first girl I went out with, Sam, was in my year but went to a different school. I went to Parrs Wood, she went to Chorlton. She was a nice girl, too nice for what I was turning into (the Hulk, only kidding), I was to a lesser degree, starting to imitate my brother. When he came out of prison, I was happy to see him, we'd got on well as kids and as far as I was concerned, Tom was back. When I left school, I decided to make up for school, and went to Stockport college, I spent 3 years there, 1 year making up for my GCSE's and and a second year doing a follow up course in Construction Design of the Built Environment. I enjoyed the experience, and I still have an interest in that area, but I didn't really have it to make it a profession. While I was in college, I met my second girl friend, Suzannah. She was another blonde, and we shared a lot of interests, but we only lasted as long as the college course. We jsut kind of went to work and became just friends and then not even that after a while.
After college I got my first job, and it was during this time that me and my brother really, seperated. After he came out of prison, he wasn't the same as before. I was happy because he was back. It wasn't long until he was back in prison, he'd duffed one of the lads up who'd ratted on him about setting the school on fire. He went to prison again after that, but the real killer to me, was the way he treated the family. He seemed to have lost something mentally, and he'd just flip out, completely. Ultimately, it led to him being banned from our street
This one night, I was in bad and woke up by some loud smashing noises downstairs. My dad ran down to take a look and my brother was smashing our windows. He'd been sleeping on the couch because he had nowhere to live. This was in 2002, so I went down to see what was going on, and there's shouting, screaming, then a punch up between Tom and my dad. Somehow he managed to get away, and he got into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and chased us all out the house. We're in the middle of the street, at 4am in the morning, being chased by a member of the family holding what much have been the biggest knife we had, screaming he was going to kill us. The scary part was that I believed him.
I specifically remember that my dad slowed down so that me and my mum could get away, but I didn't go. He grabbed my dad and was holding the knife to him and one thought kept going through my head "if that knife goes in, I'm going to kill him". And believe that at that moment in time, I was mentally prepared to kill my brother. What happened was my dad tried to grab the knife and had a tendon in his had cut, my brother got big gash on his face and the police arrived. They didn't catch him, but they arrived, took my dad to hospital and we had my brother banned from the street. A couple of days later, and a lof of money spent on flowers and time spent apologising to the neighbours and things were normal again. Only with Tom still banned from the street. That wasn't the first, or last time he went off the rails, but it was the one that stopped him coming round.
A year later and I had found a house, I was seeing a girl called Sarah, who I'd known for a long time. I wasn't friends with her all the time we knew each other we just knew each other. My work was going well, and life was good. Me and Sarah didn't last, we saw each other for about 8 months on and off between 2003 and 2004. She's a nice girl, but it just didn't work. We're still friends anyway. Shortly after that I met Charlotte, who I'm still with now. I met here while I was out with some friends in Fallowfield, she was a griend of a freind and we hit it off. We didn't start dating straight away, it was about 2 motnhs after we met when I took the plunge and asked her. She was at Uni doing a nursing dergee, which later passed. She currently works at Trafford General. She moved in with me 6 mothns after we started dating and I've been happy to have her around since. I don't see too much of her, because sometimes out work patterns prevent that, but I think it keeps us appreciating the time we do spend together.
Going back to work, my career is great when you look at it, 2 years doing construction desing at college, then I start work as an office junior for a communications company where I end up a sales exec. I leave there for a marketing company, which I didn't like, though the pay was good. I leave there to set up my own comms company, selling mobile phones, which goes really well. For a while. The probnlem weasn't the business structure, it was me, physically. It was too much. I ended up cutting down my telephone work and getting a part time job in the mornings for... A communications company, Caudwell communications it was, then it became Pipex, during which time I met the Hoff. He was big, in leather, and stank. What a guy.
While I was at pipex my job involved monitoring the systems, managing data streams and running reports. All of that in between the usual stuff like browsing GTP, reading the news and playing guess that bra size with my colleagues. I didn't do much interaction with clients, though I got talking to a business client not too long ago. We just chatted about general stuff, he worked for a business and events organising company that tied into a larger compay that organised hotels and what not for the government and for other businesses etc.
The comapny is called Expotel and the part he was in was called STC. We were just chatting, and we got onto the topic of work and to cut to the chase, he asked if I'd like a job with him. So that's what I do now, I manage budgets and contracts for events and conferences, so far, in the UK, but I do have one for France next year and I have one for Washington DC next year that I'll need to start on in the coming months. I would say, I'm ambitious when it comes to career moves, though a bit less ambitous now than I was before I ran my own company, though I'm glad I tried.
That's a bit of a brief summary of things, and I might add to it at a later date.
Sakiale
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- 2,274
Thank you both, very interesting stories 👍
Sorry about your brother, Dave... I hope my friend doesn't turn out like that, but he exhibits many similar traits that have been said of people involved in school shootings, such as beating up his little brother for little or no reason, mental problems (although apparently, mine are worse--we both go to the same place), and violence and was suspended twice... but they say he's getting better.
👍Sorry about your brother, Dave... I hope my friend doesn't turn out like that, but he exhibits many similar traits that have been said of people involved in school shootings, such as beating up his little brother for little or no reason, mental problems (although apparently, mine are worse--we both go to the same place), and violence and was suspended twice... but they say he's getting better.
- 4,312
Born in 89 at Palo Pinto General Hospital.
Born a wellfare baby. My parents had about 5 dollars left after bills and they'd spend it on me..
Parent's get more money, I have an easy childhood.
School couldn't be easier for me. aced everything.
got to High school, distractions appeared.. Work, (which I learned waay more than I ever did in school) and my band. (The Super Somethings....btw are re-uniting
) Met my future fiancee around sophomore year.
Junior year, stopped really caring about school, I think I was depressed.. grades dropped, I was out all night skating with buddies, got my first car. (94 Mercury Tracer)
Senior year, had inspiration from an unknown source, and completely turned my school life around, I got all A's all year. Second semester started dating my fiancee, quit my band. Saw my first concert, many other firsts,(some not too well tried pills, drinking, whatnot) and graduated with honors.
Got out of school, got engaged, realized that with what I was working with now, college wasn't a priorty....WRONG. my job cut me down to 20 hours a week, leaving me without the cash to pay my brand new car payment.. so I had to get a second job, took me a months, with tragedies in between, thinking I may be a father, family emergencies, dealing with cops, etc.. Worked at AutoZone... pretty cool job. for 2 days. THEN my life looks up.. I got a call from a major plant in town and they wanted me to come and do CAD for them part time along with my present CAD job.. This is a really cool job. (some millitary stuff) Now, I have money, I'm getting married, moving out, and starting school in the Fall.. I think I've realized, if you work hard, and keep your head up things will work out. I know I'm young, but my life is already turning out well. I can't wait to venture on.
Born a wellfare baby. My parents had about 5 dollars left after bills and they'd spend it on me..
Parent's get more money, I have an easy childhood.
School couldn't be easier for me. aced everything.
got to High school, distractions appeared.. Work, (which I learned waay more than I ever did in school) and my band. (The Super Somethings....btw are re-uniting
) Met my future fiancee around sophomore year.Junior year, stopped really caring about school, I think I was depressed.. grades dropped, I was out all night skating with buddies, got my first car. (94 Mercury Tracer)
Senior year, had inspiration from an unknown source, and completely turned my school life around, I got all A's all year. Second semester started dating my fiancee, quit my band. Saw my first concert, many other firsts,(some not too well tried pills, drinking, whatnot) and graduated with honors.
Got out of school, got engaged, realized that with what I was working with now, college wasn't a priorty....WRONG. my job cut me down to 20 hours a week, leaving me without the cash to pay my brand new car payment.. so I had to get a second job, took me a months, with tragedies in between, thinking I may be a father, family emergencies, dealing with cops, etc.. Worked at AutoZone... pretty cool job. for 2 days. THEN my life looks up.. I got a call from a major plant in town and they wanted me to come and do CAD for them part time along with my present CAD job.. This is a really cool job. (some millitary stuff) Now, I have money, I'm getting married, moving out, and starting school in the Fall.. I think I've realized, if you work hard, and keep your head up things will work out. I know I'm young, but my life is already turning out well. I can't wait to venture on.
- 1,026
- Atlanta, GA, USA
- I Matty R I
I don't want to be the spoiler here, but.....WHAT?!
18 years old right? You have money? Way to soon to tell. Keep the job a year, then say that. Getting married? That's almost the worst thing you could do at this point in your life. You haven't lived enough to know who you want to be with forever. Sometimes these young marriages work, but most don't. Make sure you realize that when stuff goes sour half of your stuff will be hers. Can you take that sort of hit? What if you two end up having a kid within the next 6 months. Not a stable way to make a relationship work. Think about child support too. That's no fun. Take it from a young father like myself, it's very difficult. Very very very very very difficult.
I'd say hold off on marriage. Just date the girl for a few more years at least. If you're 22 and still in love with her, marry her. But find out what it's like to be a young 21 year old man free of responsibility before you make such life altering decisions. You never get these years back.
- 2,007
- Los Angeles
- GTP_DrivingPark
- Finetales
Umm, let's see...
I was born on December 6, 1993 in Green Cove Springs, Florida, which is just south of Jacksonville. I spent six years there, getting straight A's in the private schools that I went to. My best friend was a guy named Frankie, and we hung out a lot. His mom had a green and tan Ford Aerostar extended wheelbase. I was a big railfan back then, and still am.
In 2000 I moved to Chesapeake, Virginia because my dad was and still is in the military and was relocated. If you can, avoid moving at all costs. Believe me, it's one of the worst things that can happen to you. It eats your summer vacation and you have to leave all your friends behind. Anyway, I was still getting straight A's in school, including when I skipped 2nd grade. 3rd grade was a ho-hum year, nothing really special. 4th grade I had a really great teacher and was in a separate math class. It was just me and one other kid, but we were learning the basics of algebra in 4th grade.
5th grade was probably the best year of my life so far. I had another good teacher, but I started to get friends, something I'd never experienced before. I had 3 best friends: Mike, Matt, and Zach. We called ourselves the "4 Amigos" and did lots of fun stuff together. I remember the one time Mike let me start his mom's van. It was lots of fun. 5th grade was also the year I joined the band and started playing euphonium. (If you don't know what that is, just ask me.) I remember half the band was trumpet players.
Then, in 2004, we moved again, this time back to Jacksonville, Florida. I was still in a private school and still getting straight A's. I was the only euphonium player in the band, which I actually liked because there was no competition. I was playing pro pieces for my private teacher in 6th grade! Some I still can't play even now. I lived in the Orange Park Country Club, which was a really nice gated neighborhood with its own pool. The only problem was that it was 5 miles from the gate entrance to our house, and the speed limit was 25 mph.
In 7th grade we changed to a new school, by parental order, which I hated. That school was the downright worst school in the country. If you really want to know about it, send me a PM. It will be a long response.
In 2006, we moved again to Fairfax, VA, which is where I live now. I attended Frost Middle School, but I wasn't getting straight A's any more. Because the last school in Florida had been so behind in education, and I was dropped into all-Honors courses, I had a hard time but ended up with a B average at the end of the year. In my year at Frost there were 2 other euphoniumists in the band and there was fierce competition, but it was a great year.
In the summer of '07, I attended Woodson High School orientation to get ready to be a Freshman.
I also began band camp, an over the summer camp at school that introduced rising Freshmen to marching band fundamentals, and the whole band the new music. Band camp was exhausting, with the band being out in the 90-degree weather for 8 hours (no joke) per day, working our butts off to learn how to march. And that's where we come to where I am now. I'm having trouble with my World Civ grade, because it's really fast-paced and hard. I have a D in it right now.
But all my other classes are either B's or A's.
EDIT: Oh yeah, just to let you know, I don't have a girlfriend yet.
:-)
I was born on December 6, 1993 in Green Cove Springs, Florida, which is just south of Jacksonville. I spent six years there, getting straight A's in the private schools that I went to. My best friend was a guy named Frankie, and we hung out a lot. His mom had a green and tan Ford Aerostar extended wheelbase. I was a big railfan back then, and still am.
In 2000 I moved to Chesapeake, Virginia because my dad was and still is in the military and was relocated. If you can, avoid moving at all costs. Believe me, it's one of the worst things that can happen to you. It eats your summer vacation and you have to leave all your friends behind. Anyway, I was still getting straight A's in school, including when I skipped 2nd grade. 3rd grade was a ho-hum year, nothing really special. 4th grade I had a really great teacher and was in a separate math class. It was just me and one other kid, but we were learning the basics of algebra in 4th grade.
5th grade was probably the best year of my life so far. I had another good teacher, but I started to get friends, something I'd never experienced before. I had 3 best friends: Mike, Matt, and Zach. We called ourselves the "4 Amigos" and did lots of fun stuff together. I remember the one time Mike let me start his mom's van. It was lots of fun. 5th grade was also the year I joined the band and started playing euphonium. (If you don't know what that is, just ask me.) I remember half the band was trumpet players.
Then, in 2004, we moved again, this time back to Jacksonville, Florida. I was still in a private school and still getting straight A's. I was the only euphonium player in the band, which I actually liked because there was no competition. I was playing pro pieces for my private teacher in 6th grade! Some I still can't play even now. I lived in the Orange Park Country Club, which was a really nice gated neighborhood with its own pool. The only problem was that it was 5 miles from the gate entrance to our house, and the speed limit was 25 mph.
In 7th grade we changed to a new school, by parental order, which I hated. That school was the downright worst school in the country. If you really want to know about it, send me a PM. It will be a long response.In 2006, we moved again to Fairfax, VA, which is where I live now. I attended Frost Middle School, but I wasn't getting straight A's any more. Because the last school in Florida had been so behind in education, and I was dropped into all-Honors courses, I had a hard time but ended up with a B average at the end of the year. In my year at Frost there were 2 other euphoniumists in the band and there was fierce competition, but it was a great year.
In the summer of '07, I attended Woodson High School orientation to get ready to be a Freshman.
I also began band camp, an over the summer camp at school that introduced rising Freshmen to marching band fundamentals, and the whole band the new music. Band camp was exhausting, with the band being out in the 90-degree weather for 8 hours (no joke) per day, working our butts off to learn how to march. And that's where we come to where I am now. I'm having trouble with my World Civ grade, because it's really fast-paced and hard. I have a D in it right now. But all my other classes are either B's or A's.EDIT: Oh yeah, just to let you know, I don't have a girlfriend yet.
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- old-guy64
Born a long ass time ago!
Was young-had mustang pedal car
Turned 14- Dad sold real mustang (a '66 coupe)
Car totalled by passing semi
Turned 16-Got cool classic '62 T-bird
Turned 18- met wife while driving cool classic '62 T-bird.
Joined military, got married to girl I met while driving cool classic T-Bird.
Had a passel of kids starting 20-some years ago, bought mini-van (Damn I miss my T-bird)
5 years ago father died, mom sells cool classic, but needing resto, classic T-bird.
Currently pining over loss of cool classic T-Bird.
Someone needs to get me a low mileage 2005 or later INFINITI G35 Coupe (17-inch wheels please) to get my mind off it.
Was young-had mustang pedal car
Turned 14- Dad sold real mustang (a '66 coupe)
Car totalled by passing semi
Turned 16-Got cool classic '62 T-bird
Turned 18- met wife while driving cool classic '62 T-bird.
Joined military, got married to girl I met while driving cool classic T-Bird.
Had a passel of kids starting 20-some years ago, bought mini-van (Damn I miss my T-bird)
5 years ago father died, mom sells cool classic, but needing resto, classic T-bird.
Currently pining over loss of cool classic T-Bird.
Someone needs to get me a low mileage 2005 or later INFINITI G35 Coupe (17-inch wheels please) to get my mind off it.
- 33,155
- Hammerhead Garage
I looked back over my life and realised that it's highly unlikely that Solid Lifters and I share the same life ... unless he matches the following description of my life ...
A svelte and mysterious Jewel Thief, Do you race? has appeared as Batman's nemesis in several embarrassing fantasies. He also goes by the names "El Hombre", "The Shadow-guy", and "Hoppy Hoppy Bunny". He likes long walks on the beach if they're brief and nowhere near water. He prefers blondes, brunettes, redheads, bald people or people with big hats so you're not even sure. Turn offs: insensitive men, people who smoke and then burst suddenly and horribly into flame. He is often very dizzy.
A svelte and mysterious Jewel Thief, Do you race? has appeared as Batman's nemesis in several embarrassing fantasies. He also goes by the names "El Hombre", "The Shadow-guy", and "Hoppy Hoppy Bunny". He likes long walks on the beach if they're brief and nowhere near water. He prefers blondes, brunettes, redheads, bald people or people with big hats so you're not even sure. Turn offs: insensitive men, people who smoke and then burst suddenly and horribly into flame. He is often very dizzy.
- 6,899
- GTP_event / kevinr6287 (farming account)
Lets see, I was born in 1987. My grandpa died in 1993, but I was too young to really be effected. My parents have split up on two separate occasions but got back together. Alcoholism has affect my family greatly. I decided that there isn't a god sometime in high school and have believed it ever since. I made it through school fine, I've now been going to a University for Mechanical Engineering for 2 years. Junior year is hard, but senior year will be a cinch.
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