Formal Introduction(really,really long)

Well, I'm a High School student, so I may talk about some youthful things, yet I am also a grade A student so I have a word in on things like politics and economy. I'm a person who can give you a running debate on any presidential candidate or what I think of a specific government. I could also tell you what I think of girls at my age, what video games I'm playing, and what class out of my school day is my favorite.

Now,I still want to be open about my life, and yet not reveal much information, so... I will only use first names when talking about friends and officials. That way, I can at least have some breathing room when writing something. This leads me to my first order of business for this blog, a list of people I know, and a bit about them, so my future entries make sense.

Myself-I am very odd individual if you were to look at an average person's idea of a biography of me. When I was younger, I was really shy, I didn't even talk till I was four. I was even to shy to be really close to my Christian faith. In 3rd and 4th grade, I was made fun of and was bullied by many kids, and I kept in the pain it all caused me. It wasn't till about 5th grade that I started
to bloom, I was more open, had more friends and was becoming more vocal. This is also when
my entire grade was forced to due a spring play for music class. It was basically a medley of songs sung by kids with people moving around on stage to the music. I was assigned to be the groom in during the "Here Comes the Bride..." music. Even though I was cast across from a popular and pretty young girl named Amber, which should have been a nice thing, this also put me on the spotlight for ridicule by people who had already disliked me. I was made fun of as being a groom in many different ways at rehearsals, and I eventually got angry from all of this, and had so much stress I was unable to participate in the play.
This, is when my mother took me to a psychiatrist, Bob(a simple name, I know, but it flowed well with his last name). He observed me, and diagnosed me with Asperger's Syndrome, a condition in the shape and connectivity of my brain I had had since birth. It had cause my focus in interests and complex behaviors my parents never really noticed. They just thought I was your average smart-shy kid. It also causes misinterpretation of socialization, in otherwords, I didn't do so well in conversations and emotions early on.
This lead to my anger, anger spawned from not understanding why bad things could happen to me. Quickly, I considered myself one with an "anger problem" caused by some "disease". I had much hatred at this time towards God, blaming him for making me this way. I was right to blame him, but not in anger. I soon found, that this condition was the reason I was so smart, so witty, and so understanding of things beyond emotions. I learned, it is similar to that of Savants(from the movie Rain Man), in that I act in ways that are not normal to society, but in return, I am genius. Although nowhere near the level of Rain Man, I am quite intelligent. I am able to sit and look at art designs and show in my mind how the entire project was made from beginning to end in a split second. I can count at amazing speeds with my eyes. I can scan crowds for people I know in only seconds. I in turn, began to feel pride instead of hatred. But I don't like bragging about it in words. It feels foolish. I only like to show someone once how smart I am, and I normally can't do that since I'm not supernatural in my abilities, just pretty good.
In the years to follow, I had many angry outbursts in school, that caused me to get suspended twice. This might have lead to the school officials high up thinking I was some kind of monster, but others still tried to do what they could. Despite the normal routine of kicking a person who got in a fight or got angry and shouted at a teacher out of school, because I had a condition and was proven to be diagnosed with it, they couldn't do it so easily. The counselor and special education associates were there to stand by me. And so, I was given an aid, a person to follow me to my classes and sit in the back of the classroom. I could tell them whether or not something was really bothering me, and I was also given full permission to walk out of class without telling a teacher if I was on the verge of an outburst and needed to cool off. I was also given a bus to ride that carried autistic(known in older day slang as retarded) students or previous suspension students from multiple schools to and from home. I felt "okay" with God during all these years, and when an outburst happened I felt sporadically farther or closer to him.
In 8th grade, I was in Algebra class, while the substitute was watching as the class was taking turns doing presentations of a project we had. I turned to say something to a friend once at the beginning of one project. I turned back and continued watching it. Some boy's near me continued talking, while I stayed silent. One of the girls presenting was deaf, so she always had an interpreter who followed her around to tell her the lessons and lectures in class in sign language. Who that person was wasn't always sure, she may sometimes need a substitute signer. On this day, she had a young, fresh out of college signer, with a snide countenance. Minutes later, near the end of her project, the boys near me got loud enough the sub had to ask them to stop. When the project was finished, the signer stood up and said she was disappointed in the class's behavior, and said she was especially disappointed in me, for she thought I was the loudest.
All of the sudden, multiple things went off in my head, as all the students in the room looked at me. I thought, by the look on her face, she had lied, and now I was singled out. People lieing to me and me being similar to a scapegoat make me sick. I stood up, screamed at her, threw a pencil I had in my hand toward the back of the room, into a corner, and walked out.
Normally, that is an average outburst that I just feel bad about for a couple days, and toughen up and decide to get back to my life after a while. Hoping to try harder to make such an event not happen. Later that day, I find out the signer wants to report me and is hoping I get kicked out, for hitting her. For a second, my heart sank. But I thought, who is going to believe her. I saw her report(which, even the person who showed to me, said was filled with incorrect information) and it said that I had hit her with the pencil...which I to this day believe is a lie. She was at the side of the room, I was at the back, and the pencil went into a corner in the back. She kept claiming that it bounced back and hit her. But it didn't matter, that was enough for the higher-ups to have meetings with the rest of the staff as to whether or not I should be kicked out for good.
The staff and my family came into an agreement though, instead of being sent off to another school right away, I was aloud to come into school after hours and have a small class with a teacher of mine who was kind enough to stay after school to help.
After I finished that school year, I tried to have a nice, relaxing summer, to help me forget about my troubles. But the problem arose that my family and I needed to decide on what we were going to do. I was either going to have online schooling, or be transferred to another school in the area. The school I would be sent to was kind of like the place they sent everyone who they expelled, which made me think it was a place of little quality and was like punishment to me. Finally, the school year came, and I decided to try and go to the new school.
It was not monstrous, or evil like I thought it would be. It was rather different. When I got there, the staff was nice to me, I for once felt the higher ups liked me, the students were extremely quick to make friends with, and I was given a half day schedule to make things easier on me for my first year there.
Ever since, I have had a good time at this current school. I am now a Sophomore, and hope to keep getting good grades and pass everything no problem.



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My Family
My mother- kind woman, with a love for baking, movies of the late 30's through 60's, and murder mysteries. She isn't really to old, but she's already taken on a habit of forgetfulness and misunderstandings of things that go on around her like she is. But, if you looked at her, you'd think she was 10 years younger than she is(quite the opposite of me, I am always mistaken for being about 21 or so because of my height.

My father- I don't exactly want to say my father is distant from me. When I was 4, he drove school buses. When we moved, I was 5, and he got a job working late nights and was gone some of the time when I was home. He got promoted a couple times and eventually, I began to respect my dad for his transition from bus driver to a much higher caliber of job(not gonna mention it), but I always knew he had it in him, from the very beginning. When I was in 3rd grade, we moved back to the area we had first lived at because of so many yearns for my family and my relatives to be close again. Then we moved halfway back, so my dad could be closer to his job and we could have family near by, kind of a happy medium. This is where my father got his newest job, which he seems to love and it's hours allow me to see him more.
Through all of this though, his absence earlier on in my life didn't make him farther from me, I was a kind of person who could be fine without either of my parents for long times. Plus, he was always home on the weekends. The thing that still kept him distant, was throughout the weeks, even when he is home, he is simply distant because of his personality. He wasn't shy or unsociable, he was just involved with things that would sometimes make him kind of half-there, half-not.

My Brother- My elder brother, by 3 years, was once considered my polar opposite. I liked to stay inside, he liked to stay outside, I wasn't a very physical and sports-oriented person, he was(till later), I have OCD and like to keep things in order, he could care less, I am conscious of washing my hands, he lets them get covered in dirt or oil before he washes them. All in all, we have many things out of place and a few alike things. We both do well in school(I am the smartest), we are both of great height(I am the tallest though), and we have an occasional crossover of tastes in movies(the occasional action film and many comedies). We have gotten into many fights before, but it seems to mostly be verbal.
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My Friends

Dillon-My best friend, I've known him since 3rd grade. I met up with him a bit and talked to him about things during recess when I was younger, then I moved away and we got distant. I had almost forgot about him, when, at a fair in the area he lived in, I saw a relative of his, and the thought of him flooded to me. I asked if he was there, and luck would have it, he was. If it wasn't for that fair(which I hated the fair on its own), I wouldn't be sitting here talking about him. Hell, I may not be here at all. We have many things in common, he likes video games, knows the experience of having brothers, same age, we both like quality humor and action, and much more.
I am delighted to have him over to my house(we live an hour from each other) no matter what the costs. If I absolutely had to choose whether he lived and my mom died, or my mom lived and he died, I sadly would say my mother(she would understand too, Dillon and I are so close, I would die of depression if he died). I have spent more time talking to him than I have ever spent sitting around doing something with my dad or my brother, and they got almost an extra 10 years of time with me as a head start.

My friends at my school from grade 5 to 8- These were my friends I remember and care about the most. They consisted of almost all gamers, a slightly vulgar and funny one named Nick, a kind hearted one named Ryan, Twin brother Robert and Colt(Robert was my second best friend for a time, I haven't seen him in over a year I believe), and a couple others, including Josh(see below for more on him). We were kind of like a fellowship of students, we sat at the same lunch table every day, we hoped to have some of the same classes every year, and always tried to talk in the hallways when we had time. This was also when I started to have friends over to spend the night. I basically became the guy whose house would be where everyone came to for a sleepover-party(normally girls have that kind of thing, I know, but it works fine for us). There were even phases we all went through, from Nick's extreme perversion phase, to everyone playing Yu-Gi-Oh(which I still admire for having a good solid card battle system).
There were also some other friends. Up until about the end of my 6th grade, I was really shy. My friends at my lunch table must have made me more open. This is when I was able to become a friend to almost anyone in my grade, the athletics, the girl groups, and some other guys who were in their own little circle. A more malcontent kid named Dalton had his own group, and although I never really got along with him after my 6th grade(see below), I was able to become good friends with everyone around him.

Josh- an awkward, normally-misunderstood, person, I met Joshua in the second half of my 6th grade year. He had just moved from a state over, and before that, from the other side of the country. He was being duped into being friends with a couple of guys who had done the same to me. The majority of the group were okay guys, but the head was a complete fool named Dalton. He lived a life that seemed like he was sociable, and yet, he could be so cruel as to make you feel nonexistent when he stops socializing with you. Eventually, Josh drifted from them and I really met him. He had an interest in gaming to, and was emotionally similar to me. His father was a jolly fat man with an extreme sense of humor and prideless-ness(he wouldn't mind at all at me calling him jolly and fat, he would probably make me put it in a description of him). But he was also a religious youth group leader, so he had good morals and a clean personality. I continued to meet him and his father, and when I changed schools(not moved), his father insisted on being my class aid. A year later, he moved to the town where my current school is at, meaning his son and daughter would go to my school, and our friendship really sparked up again. I see Josh everyday at school, he always tells me about something he's really excited about when I first see him in the morning. I sit at a table with a group of friends he met at my this school, although I stay distant from them. It's not that I don't like them, I just feel content watching them socialize rather than joining in.

Joey- Joey is Josh's father, he is, as said earlier, a jolly, heavy-set man, with a funky past. His parents are both foreign, one Italian and one Venezuelan, so he jokes around about things with the way his parent's ethics are on occasion. He also will go into a big sentence completely in Spanish at a fast pace and then say, "I have no idea what I just said" for humor to people he hasn't met much of before. He is now my aid in school, and follows me around throughout my day. He is kind of like a friend to fall back on, to talk about right away when I need to, and to also have an opinion on the events I am experiencing since he is there most of the time. He takes me home in the afternoon since my bus driver is unable to make a shift out to my school at that time of the day, so I also get to have a car ride to chat with him about things. He is a devoted Christian, like myself, and has a few similar interests in things as me(only person on this list other than my family that doesn't play games).