Now child, IV bin around for a long time, there’s plenty to tell. Let’s start out with my childhood. Growing up I lived with my grandmother who had five daughters of her own who wouldn’t stop getting pregnant by men who wouldn’t bother to stay in the picture. So my grandmother as nice as she was would always allow my aunts to move back in when they needed help. Of course they would take advantage and never leave, just keep having babies. So I had the advantage of growing up with all my 19 cousins and counting. This was a very interesting stage in my life. It was the only stage IV ever felt closest to my family.
During my adolescence I was a very spoiled child, at least in my cousin’s eyes. Brat became my new nickname. I feel I was only tolerated not really loved at least not unconditionally. I would constantly get picked on for being the darkest in the family. My two older siblings were not taken away at birth so automatically had a bond. When it came to me and my little brother who were taken away at birth he was always envious of me rather then on my side. Even till this day. So growing up I’ve always felt some what alone.
While still a young girl I use to read magazines. They always focused on crushes and fashion. I knew when I got to middle school I wanted to be nothing like my family saw me. As the dirty, loud, dark, brat, I wanted to be quiet and mysterious. I wanted to be the only one in my family to steer clear of drugs, and get good grades and proud of something. I liked to daydream about meeting boys and letting them into the life of a teenage girl.
When my teenage years finally arrived they didn’t pan out like I planned. For a while I was getting good grades and on the volley ball and dance team, but I just didn’t have the life I envisioned. For some odd reason the crowd I’ve always attracted a negative crowd. But I was always the one who didn’t smoke or drink I was straight edge all the way. But one night for no reason at all I said why the hell not, and I took that swig and smoked that hit. Then my life changed forever.
My drug experiences never stopped since the day they started. My addictive personality kept my new habits forming fast. My grades fell I dropped out of dance and volley ball and just stopped caring. I tried a lot of new things and didn’t stick with them like I did weed and alcohol. My alcoholic days were the worst. I did a lot of things and people that I regret. I wish I could take back a lot of my mistakes or more so wish I didn’t have to repeat those mistakes to learn from them. The one and only positive thing my usage has brought me is friendships.
I’ve always been a loyal friend, and can honestly say I’ve only lost friendships due to the other party’s actions. Weather they give up or just stop caring I do not know. I do know that if you’re my friend I will do any and every thing within my power to keep our situation tranquil. I like to call it being in it for the team. Those are the kind of friends I like ones who are in it for the team. Not every one gets that, so not every ones my friend.
My educational experiences have been a little rocky most of my life. I was pushed through elementary and middle school with a below average g.p.a. When high school came is when the drugs came so of course my grades only got worse. The only class I passed freshmen year was algebra before I was expelled for showing up intoxicated under the influence of alcohol. I was moved around from summits to continuation school before I found San Pasqual academy. Their I raised my grades from all F’s to B’s and C’s . I tried out for the volley ball team again and made it. My life has definitely been a story to tell up until this day.
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