2 Page Autobiography

I wrote this as an autobiography for my AP Psych at the beginning of the school year.

The only information that need be explained and that is of any entertainment (considering I am not the parent in this situation so I can’t go on and on about my child’s mannerisms and hilarious way of acting) would start around the age I started showing my true colors. Preschool into Kindergarten was when the fun started. I wasn’t very shy. I was pretty outgoing and excited. I liked to make funny faces, make people laugh and be in love with my babysitter. Keep in mind I was in the early stages of life so I had no idea what I was doing. I was simply doing it. Progress for the sake of progress is what I think is what makes a lot of kids so weird. They do one thing odd and then keep doing that thing, follow along that odd path, then inevitable odd life. Anyway, in preschool I remember learning French and Ring Around the Rosie. I also remember when freshman year rolled around I wished they had continued that after my two years of preschool. Elementary school was no big deal for me because that’s when I started growing more reserved and keeping to myself. Only to some extent though, being that I was 8 and referred to the Pacific Ocean and the specific ocean.

Towards the end of elementary school at Jackson I started making more stick-around friends. This was helpful going into 6th grade because I wasn’t one of the more popular 11 year olds. Speeding right along into central middle school was when in my mind I started to become who I am or at least who I consider myself today. I never went to school dances, which I still don’t. I hung out with Spencer and Alex, which I still do. I was one of the acting people, I still am.
Middle school is over. I didn’t dislike it as much as everyone else did. I ask people now I they tell me about how it was such a difficult time for them. I didn’t share that. I maybe didn’t have the best time, or the most fun, but I didn’t not like it. I guess I just don’t register what could have been a hard time in my life as being so. I’ve had barely any negative experiences. When I usually describe something bad that happens to me, it wasn’t even bad so much as it was inconvenient. When I am asked to tell a teacher something bad that happened to me, I have nothing to say, because this is life.

With middle school being over my dad made a decision to move us to New Zealand. His whole side of the family lives there including my 34-year-old half-brother. My other whole brother, by the way, lives in Des Moines and is 24. On that note the ages in my family go as follows: 54, 54, 34, 24, and 17. I have no problems with this in that they are numbers and obviously have no correlation to the circumstances of my life. I lived in New Zealand for 2 years and it was an excellent exposure to a place I didn’t know anything about. Regardless of how I didn’t really have any friends, no joke, I think it really changed my desires of places to live and lifestyle. Over the summer, for example I went to Great Britain, during which, I stayed in London for 2 nights. The idea of no one knowing who I was and being able to live my life trying to get by through life using amazingly crowded streets and the underground is extremely appealing.
In the present day I have no problems. I take life seriously, but, not as to put unrealistic expectations upon myself potentially leading to suicidal depression, which, by the way, makes absolutely no sense to me. I understand the reasoning but in my different mind I can’t comprehend killing myself as a suitable remedy. I am happy. I am reserved. I listen to music that may not seem to fit my personality or how I describe myself, but I listen to, mainly, Electronic, Folk and Noise/post rock. My top 3 bands, excluding the goes without saying greatest, The Beatles, are Daft Punk, Ratatat and Explosions in the Sky. I can burn you a CD.

Apart from the scattered mindedness of this paper, I conclude- myself in a word: Content