this is going to be the longest entry ever
I can promise u right now
this entry is going to be super long
so if anyone reads it
well congrats i guess lol
well okay so the beginning of this is going to be part of one of my essays for class because it explains a lot about me and who i am... so here's my essay haha
Many people are able to live in one location for their entire childhoods. I was not one of those children. From the first year I was born, I had already moved once. By 5 years old I had moved again. And by the time I was in high school I had moved a total of five times.
I don’t remember much about the first two locations as I was very young; but the thing I remember most about the second city I lived in was the school I went to. My first language was not English, but French. I went to a French school where we were not permitted to speak in English. We celebrated French holidays and practiced traditions from France. I have carried many of these traditions with me, since then. I still practice some of the traditions and I love many foods I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t attended that school. After the third grade I moved because my parents wanted to enroll me into a public school. I was in complete and utter shock when I started because my classroom went from four children, to thirty. I met many different types of people. My two best friends were Chinese and Persian. I was opened to the different foods which they ate. After a year in that city, I moved to San Gabriel. My two best friends from San Gabriel were Mexican; almost all of San Gabriel is Mexican though.
Once our lease had ended, my parents moved me into a condominium in Arcadia, CA. I started my final year of elementary school at Holly Avenue Elementary. I joined the cheerleading team, which introduced me to the world of football. At one point I almost quit cheerleading to play football. I was obsessed with the good old American tradition of tackle football. After football season was over, the weather grew quite hot as it was drawing closer to summer. I quickly forgot about football and instantly became mesmerized by the ocean and its forces. I had always loved going to the beach when I was younger and swimming in pools, but in the 5th grade, my whole life changed. I joined a competitive swim team.
At first, I was really nervous joining swim team. I only knew how to do freestyle and that was from the swimming lessons I had received over the years. What was butterfly? Or backstroke? What about breast stroke? My dad tried explaining it to me quickly before I had to try out but it was no use. It all went in one ear and out the other. When I jumped in the pool I swam freestyle as fast as I possible could to the other side, climbed out, and ran and hid behind my mom. I ended up making the team and practicing with them for the next 2 years.
During the middle of 7th grade, my parents decided to move me closer to the beach. My dad had been offered a job that was 4 blocks from the beach and right in the center of beautiful Santa Monica, California. I joined Team Santa Monica, one of the local swim teams, and began practicing with the team before my parents and I had even moved in to our new home. After the New Year, I had to go back to school. I swam everyday and made my friends there. After being on the swim team for a few months, my mom and I discovered the Los Angeles County Junior Lifeguard program. It’s a program that children can join and train to become lifeguards. They learn basic first aid, water safety, and exercise daily. I decided I wanted to join so my mom signed me up. That summer I became a Junior Lifeguard for the first time. This is where my fascination with the ocean and water grew strongly. I learned how to do CPR, first aid, swim effectively in the ocean, prevent accidents, and my favorite thing- surfing. After that summer I became obsessed with surfing. I would read magazines about it and after a year I had saved up enough money to buy my own surf board. From then on I completely immersed myself in the surfing culture. I became friends with surfers. I dressed like a surfer. I spoke like a surfer. I listened to Bob Marley and Modest Mouse. I spent as much of my free time as I could at the beach. Everything I did involved surfing. I became obsessed with it. My family supported me as they always had. They began going to the beach more and my mom actually had me teach her how to surf. We planned vacations so that I could surf at some of the best places in the world. We went to Hawaii, Costa Rica, and San Diego. My dad would surf with me when we went on vacation. He surfed when he was a teenager too, so he was excited when I became involved with surfing. My family grew more and more involved with the surfing culture.
The summer before ninth grade, I decided to join my high schools water polo team. Everyone on the team was involved with surfing as well. Eventually we all grouped together and decided to start a surfing team at our school. Santa Monica High School had a surfing team in the 1980’s but it dwindled away. The team started with a bang and we soon began competing. At our first competition, I got sucked even farther into the stereotypical surfer role. After the first day, the team was sitting around a bon fire. One of the guys on the team was playing music on his guitar. Then someone handed me a joint. It was the first time I had ever smoked marijuana. From then on I was your completely stereotypical surfer. I spent every day the same way. I woke up at 5 am and smoked then surfed with my best friend. Then her and I would get dressed on the beach and smoke even more. We would stop by Mc Donald’s then go to school. After school we went to water polo practice. When we got out of the pool, we would pull off our one pieces, put our bikinis back on, grab a towel and go back to the beach. We were there until it was so dark that we couldn’t see the waves anymore. On Friday nights and weekends we would go to parties like the ones in the movie Blue Crush. There was loud music, beer, weed, and lots and lots of surfers. When people saw my best friend and I, it was obvious to them that we were surfers. We had salt in our hair, sand on our feet, blood shot eyes, and a glazed over look on our faces. We said “dude” at the beginning of every story we told. We never took showers at home because we always showered at the beach. Our hair had gone from brown to blonde. And we hated wearing shoes. Every thing I did involved surfing and I loved it.
so then after high school i went to csumb and i ended up partying my ass off. i got drunk and high every day and every night. i cried constantly about my bf of almost a year dumping me. i drunk dialed. i was loud. i was hyper. i was drunk... i was ur typical college freshman running around like a crazy person. streaking through the quads. having beer chugging contests. smoking fat blunts and then getting pulled over by cops.. yet NEVER getting a ticket for weed.. i have never ever been in trouble with the law for weed and i thank god for it haha... um so yeah i was ur college party girl.. i completely dressed the part with my jeans, chucks, low cut shirts, and college sweatshirts... im not complaining, i had a blast..
but second semester came and i moved home. my parents told me they were getting divorced. my dad blamed it on me and said if i hadnt fucked up at school that this wouldnt have happened.. i never spoke to him again.. i still havent and its been almost a year.. i went to smc (the ommunity college) and i aced my class. next semester i did the same thing as first semester, but i wasnt partying all the time. i just thought it was a lot more fun to go and get blazed and miss practice and shit and not go to class and like kick it at the beach with erica..
so i fucked up again and then i took different classes the next semester and didnt fuck up.. but now im back at monterey and i get bored so easily. i have a bad habit of not going to class. and i ask myself why? the only thing i can say, i dont wanna look like a loser with no friends, everyday never talking to anyone in any of my classes. always being the last one chosen.. i know why it is too- its not because im fat, or ugly.. i just dont put myself out there... but why bother when i go home to the people i actually care about every wednesday?
so here's the deal
i want to make a life plan.. know what im doing these next weeks, months, and years.. know what tattoos i want.. know how i wanna dress..
oh yeah thats a big thing... my little identity crisis... i take every single trend i look and smash it into one... it just doesnt look good.. i cant be part emo part surfer.. but i hate having certain shit for certain styles.. i want one style and thats the bro hoe look...
er okay im actually gonna go finish this later.. my bf is calling and i wanna go smoke a bowl... itll make this a lot more entertaining haha
kay so ill be back jack!!!
this entry is going to be super long
so if anyone reads it
well congrats i guess lol
well okay so the beginning of this is going to be part of one of my essays for class because it explains a lot about me and who i am... so here's my essay haha
Many people are able to live in one location for their entire childhoods. I was not one of those children. From the first year I was born, I had already moved once. By 5 years old I had moved again. And by the time I was in high school I had moved a total of five times.
I don’t remember much about the first two locations as I was very young; but the thing I remember most about the second city I lived in was the school I went to. My first language was not English, but French. I went to a French school where we were not permitted to speak in English. We celebrated French holidays and practiced traditions from France. I have carried many of these traditions with me, since then. I still practice some of the traditions and I love many foods I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t attended that school. After the third grade I moved because my parents wanted to enroll me into a public school. I was in complete and utter shock when I started because my classroom went from four children, to thirty. I met many different types of people. My two best friends were Chinese and Persian. I was opened to the different foods which they ate. After a year in that city, I moved to San Gabriel. My two best friends from San Gabriel were Mexican; almost all of San Gabriel is Mexican though.
Once our lease had ended, my parents moved me into a condominium in Arcadia, CA. I started my final year of elementary school at Holly Avenue Elementary. I joined the cheerleading team, which introduced me to the world of football. At one point I almost quit cheerleading to play football. I was obsessed with the good old American tradition of tackle football. After football season was over, the weather grew quite hot as it was drawing closer to summer. I quickly forgot about football and instantly became mesmerized by the ocean and its forces. I had always loved going to the beach when I was younger and swimming in pools, but in the 5th grade, my whole life changed. I joined a competitive swim team.
At first, I was really nervous joining swim team. I only knew how to do freestyle and that was from the swimming lessons I had received over the years. What was butterfly? Or backstroke? What about breast stroke? My dad tried explaining it to me quickly before I had to try out but it was no use. It all went in one ear and out the other. When I jumped in the pool I swam freestyle as fast as I possible could to the other side, climbed out, and ran and hid behind my mom. I ended up making the team and practicing with them for the next 2 years.
During the middle of 7th grade, my parents decided to move me closer to the beach. My dad had been offered a job that was 4 blocks from the beach and right in the center of beautiful Santa Monica, California. I joined Team Santa Monica, one of the local swim teams, and began practicing with the team before my parents and I had even moved in to our new home. After the New Year, I had to go back to school. I swam everyday and made my friends there. After being on the swim team for a few months, my mom and I discovered the Los Angeles County Junior Lifeguard program. It’s a program that children can join and train to become lifeguards. They learn basic first aid, water safety, and exercise daily. I decided I wanted to join so my mom signed me up. That summer I became a Junior Lifeguard for the first time. This is where my fascination with the ocean and water grew strongly. I learned how to do CPR, first aid, swim effectively in the ocean, prevent accidents, and my favorite thing- surfing. After that summer I became obsessed with surfing. I would read magazines about it and after a year I had saved up enough money to buy my own surf board. From then on I completely immersed myself in the surfing culture. I became friends with surfers. I dressed like a surfer. I spoke like a surfer. I listened to Bob Marley and Modest Mouse. I spent as much of my free time as I could at the beach. Everything I did involved surfing. I became obsessed with it. My family supported me as they always had. They began going to the beach more and my mom actually had me teach her how to surf. We planned vacations so that I could surf at some of the best places in the world. We went to Hawaii, Costa Rica, and San Diego. My dad would surf with me when we went on vacation. He surfed when he was a teenager too, so he was excited when I became involved with surfing. My family grew more and more involved with the surfing culture.
The summer before ninth grade, I decided to join my high schools water polo team. Everyone on the team was involved with surfing as well. Eventually we all grouped together and decided to start a surfing team at our school. Santa Monica High School had a surfing team in the 1980’s but it dwindled away. The team started with a bang and we soon began competing. At our first competition, I got sucked even farther into the stereotypical surfer role. After the first day, the team was sitting around a bon fire. One of the guys on the team was playing music on his guitar. Then someone handed me a joint. It was the first time I had ever smoked marijuana. From then on I was your completely stereotypical surfer. I spent every day the same way. I woke up at 5 am and smoked then surfed with my best friend. Then her and I would get dressed on the beach and smoke even more. We would stop by Mc Donald’s then go to school. After school we went to water polo practice. When we got out of the pool, we would pull off our one pieces, put our bikinis back on, grab a towel and go back to the beach. We were there until it was so dark that we couldn’t see the waves anymore. On Friday nights and weekends we would go to parties like the ones in the movie Blue Crush. There was loud music, beer, weed, and lots and lots of surfers. When people saw my best friend and I, it was obvious to them that we were surfers. We had salt in our hair, sand on our feet, blood shot eyes, and a glazed over look on our faces. We said “dude” at the beginning of every story we told. We never took showers at home because we always showered at the beach. Our hair had gone from brown to blonde. And we hated wearing shoes. Every thing I did involved surfing and I loved it.
so then after high school i went to csumb and i ended up partying my ass off. i got drunk and high every day and every night. i cried constantly about my bf of almost a year dumping me. i drunk dialed. i was loud. i was hyper. i was drunk... i was ur typical college freshman running around like a crazy person. streaking through the quads. having beer chugging contests. smoking fat blunts and then getting pulled over by cops.. yet NEVER getting a ticket for weed.. i have never ever been in trouble with the law for weed and i thank god for it haha... um so yeah i was ur college party girl.. i completely dressed the part with my jeans, chucks, low cut shirts, and college sweatshirts... im not complaining, i had a blast..
but second semester came and i moved home. my parents told me they were getting divorced. my dad blamed it on me and said if i hadnt fucked up at school that this wouldnt have happened.. i never spoke to him again.. i still havent and its been almost a year.. i went to smc (the ommunity college) and i aced my class. next semester i did the same thing as first semester, but i wasnt partying all the time. i just thought it was a lot more fun to go and get blazed and miss practice and shit and not go to class and like kick it at the beach with erica..
so i fucked up again and then i took different classes the next semester and didnt fuck up.. but now im back at monterey and i get bored so easily. i have a bad habit of not going to class. and i ask myself why? the only thing i can say, i dont wanna look like a loser with no friends, everyday never talking to anyone in any of my classes. always being the last one chosen.. i know why it is too- its not because im fat, or ugly.. i just dont put myself out there... but why bother when i go home to the people i actually care about every wednesday?
so here's the deal
i want to make a life plan.. know what im doing these next weeks, months, and years.. know what tattoos i want.. know how i wanna dress..
oh yeah thats a big thing... my little identity crisis... i take every single trend i look and smash it into one... it just doesnt look good.. i cant be part emo part surfer.. but i hate having certain shit for certain styles.. i want one style and thats the bro hoe look...
er okay im actually gonna go finish this later.. my bf is calling and i wanna go smoke a bowl... itll make this a lot more entertaining haha
kay so ill be back jack!!!