-em;

I wrote this for Biology class. It's a pathetic excuse for an auto-biography. It isn't nearly as complete or good as I could have made it, but just read if you care about anything.

To discuss my entire life would be a lengthy process with an innaccurate final product - for much has happened in my short 17 years, and no one's memory is good enough to aquedately describe 17 years worth of endeavors. However, I will do my best.

Born an inquistive child, I was told, I frequently found myself mezmorized by anything brightly-colored or seemingly complicated. My mother didn't enroll me into Pre-K; she decided to teach me things herself. I dedicate my success in school to this area in my life. Kindegarten was interesting, from what I can remember. I never slept during nap time, and minimal sleeping still haunts me today. My teacher despised my tendency to stay up and just glance around the dark classroom, but she eventually learned to embrace my willingness to stay up by playing with me during naptime. That is, of course, if I wasn't focusing all my attention to a girl. I've always been nearly obsessed with the opposite sex, even now endeavors with girls make up 50% of my life.

1st grade was a milestone. The once so beloved child became a troubled youth; my behavior rose to very disturbing heights. Cursing was a part of my daily vocabulary, deceitful and mischievous acts surrounded my lifestyle. I would have been punished a lot more during that school year, had it not been for my academic success. The year, however, was still very fun from what I can remember - every school year has been a good one for me.

I think I experienced "love" for the first time in 2nd grade. I put love in quotes, for many people believe that love cannot be displayed or even felt at such an early ages. Anyways, I met a girl from Texas named Saschelle Slaughter. She was basicaly my entire year; I adored her for the first quarter or so, until a very embarassing moment led to us uniting. During my most of my elementary career at Owings Mills Elementary, my classmates & I had assigned tables at lunch. On this particular day everyone who sat at my table was absent, besides Saschelle. Throughout the lunch period, I couldn't resist from playing with her exuberant locks. She, sensing some admiration, asked me, "Do you like me?". Of course I was extremely shy, and responded, "Naw." Ironically enough, when we had to line up toward the end of lunch, I told my closest male friends, "oh my god! Saschelle thinks I like her. Oh my god, what will I do?!" Saschelle's best friend, Kayla, happened to hear the conversation and told Saschelle that I liked her. I found out, and ran as fast as I could back to class - trying to avoid Saschelle. While stricken with love, I was also not too bright - Saschelle sat right in front of me in that class. So avoiding her was a pointless action. In class, I kept my head down and ignored Saschelle's tap on my shoulders and constant pleas, "Miles. Miles?" Later that day, we made it "official." It saddens me that I can remember so much about her, even the fact that she moved back to Texas around Christmas time leaving the gift I bought for her unopened, but cannot recall how we finally became a couple. Either way, her moving was the worst feeling I had experienced in my life at that point. Everything else in 2nd grade? Well, I became friends with the older kids - and developed my love for football.

3rd grade was also one of those years that changed my life. I met some friends on the bustop that I still talk to now. The remaining elementary grades were pretty much the same; new life-long friends and a growing love for football.

Middle school was the worst of the three school levels. I was heavily influenced by bad individuals and am lucky to have not been too sucked into their ways.

Entering my freshman year, I had a very low self-esteem as far as grades had gone. In just my 8th grade year alone, I had received every possible grade on my report card. Yet surrounded by good friends, a group who would later be called Q.U.A.D., I mananged to achieve straight A's in both my 3rd and 4th quarters. This was a stupendous feat; not only were such grade a HUGE leap from ym previous middle school grades, but I encountered much drama with girls and friends throughout that year. Q.U.A.D. and Ms. Hillman, my favorite teacher ever, helped me get through the year. However, I was still very immature and oblivious. My personality would have to make a dragstic change.

And, it almost did. 10th grade brought a plethora of new, good friends, and with them, came a load of drama too. 10th grade was my worst year socially, for I made many mistakes. From bad relationships, to a severe wrong choice of words, I was a mess. The year was still filled with much jubilance, thanks to optimistic friends, who also faced many despair-filled months. My memory of the year has left me, for I tried to move from such a year. I played football and also ran track for the first times in my life. And in this year, despite the drama, I became cool with the future love of my life.

11th grade was the best year, as far as my personality changes go, of my life. I stopped caring so much about the opinions of others - barring those who were important to me. While going through many "phases" romantically, I remained single and focused on strenghting bonds with friend created in my previous two years. It was easy. The schoolwork, however, was difficult. That year, I actually had to study for tests - something very foreign to me. My grades suffered severely 3rd quarter, but I bounced back at the end of the year. There were many hysterical moments this year; the BEST year so far, except 9th grade.

And here I am, a Senior anticipating what this year will throw my way. I've already encountered counterfeit beings yet have laughed so very much. College preparation is stressing, yet I've learned to not let things get to me. That was just an insight; maybe when I write my true auto-biography in a few years will you truly know. . .

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