School-English-Autobiography

  Rachael Fastige                                                           2/28/09

  English CP Autobiography

Autobiography

    My birthday is on Valentine's Day, which used to annoy me when I was younger, because I just got tired of hearing "On Valentine's day?" when ever I said my birthday was on the Fourteenth. Other then that though, it was always fun, because we always got cards and cupcakes and lollipops in school, and then presents when I got home, so I really didn't do anything even when we had school on my birthday.

 That is until middle school started, and they didn't let us waste the whole day on candy, which, though understandable, really was a shame. I mean, no one does not like receiving candy. This year year, of course, my birthday was on a Saturday, which would have been fine, except we had practice for six hours. Though I like practice to death, and it was fun to hang out during break, I am really not driven to do things on my birthday. 

I loved elementary school. It was so simple all the time. If you could master reading, and understand the principle of math, you were set. Of course, it didn't seem all that simple then, and looking back I took it way too serious, or my mother did anyway. Every day, right after coming home from school I'd do my homework, and she'd check it to make sure it was right. Then I'd practice spelling words every night, for such a long time, because I was fairly incapable of spelling when I was younger. The point being, I should work that way now in high school, when it really counts, instead of then. Of course, I hated being forced to do anything when I was younger, and the same thing would doubly apply now...

   What I figure though, if I pay attention and do all my work in school, I shouldn't be bothered to study out of school. If I have time in class to do all my work, it should not matter if I do nothing school wise at home. Still, I feel as if I should, and If I did put more effort in I'd be in better school standing then I am now. Since I entered high school, I have realised how concerned I am with being accepted into a respectable college. I don't have the whole math thing going for me, ever since middle school, which put me a step behind a portion of the kids my age. Even leaving that out though, math is not really my thing. Which is why I feel I need to take it upon myself to take all the honors classes I can, and even that failed Freshmen year, since band is such a chore to schedule properly, and I do not think any one can really choose a class over having band day to day.

     The thing is, you really have to like band to put up with it, otherwise you would think it was not worth all the time spent on it. When Monday is the only day you have without practice during the week, and weekends become none existent because of competitions, you really can question your choice. Though, of course, when the season is over, or nearly beginning, no one can wait to start again next year. For some reason, the moment it is over, we band children some how forget all the things we missed out on for practice, or how much we complained to each other, or how many times we prayed for practice to be cancelled when it rained ( And it never was). But when it's over all we can think about is all the fun we had hanging out with each other, and how sad it will be when the dear seniors are gone, and how much we'll miss it. This is because we are not really sane, and are trying to decide how to fill the hours and hours of free time we've acquired.

     Plus, music is wonderful. Though going off about crescendos, wood wind features, that cool run at measure 102, and that concert F ( G on b-flats) you had to play all alone( Band children positively cringe when you ask them to play any sort of solo) for your band director, to your non musician friends might be fun ( If only to see their clueless expressions), it is also appreciated sometimes for people to actually understand what you are talking about to them. Other times, it really is just wonderful to go off and read a sheet of music to some one, going on about how wonderful it is, and speaking in terms they could care less about. 

                 My family is sort of big, which I could not care less about, except our house is kind of small, and I don't get my own room. I have never had my own room though, so I am not missing out on much really, but it would nice to occasionally go somewhere, and see only my own things laying around. I have an older sister whose a sophomore, two little sisters in sixth, and a little brother in third. I can honestly not recall the last time I was in my own house, when every one else was out of it. Never alone. Which, usually, is great, since there is always some one to hang out with when there is nothing else to do, and I do enjoy the company when every one is civil.

           I have wanted to join track since sixth grade, and never took it. I have also regretted doing a lot of things when I was younger, like giving up on ballet, and dance class, since now it is too late to really get into it. Of course I could do it, but since I would be so very far behind the children who have been doing something since kindergarten, I really would not choose to. I even used to play the cello in fourth grade, with an invalid music teacher who hadn't a clue what she was doing ( Though I did not really realize it then), but stopped right after our concert. Strings are for egotistical people anyway, but I still wish I would have continued with it.

                When I was younger  I was very unfocused when it came to extra curricular activities. All I ever wanted to do was finish my homework, so I could go out side and play running bases, or basketball, or hardcore tag with my friends, or the many cousins from Arizona that staid with us for a certain amount of time. We used to have so much fun just running around, playing man hunt until we got tired, and all climbing on this old car that used to sit in front of my house, talking to one another until we were all called home. I did have a wonderful child hood, for my neighborhood was packed full with children, and there was always enough people to have fun with.

    All my friends were little tom boys back in elementary school. I can't imagine running around barefoot now ( And getting yelled at by my mother for doing so), or playing the Knock-every-person-to-the-ground game in my front yard. I remember two of my best friends used to only wear those guy, surfer like shorts. Ever single day. No matter what. It bothered me to no end, though I would never say a word to them about it. I mean, I always wore girly clothes, and bright colors, and wore my long blond down all the time. I also stood out like a sore thumb when I ran around with them, which made me insanely self conscience half the time.

                

I do love my friends though, whatever they may plan to do with their lives. I, personally, have little to no idea on what I want to do with mine, besides the fact that I want to go to collage. The rest is fairly up in the air. I just do not want to waist my life doing nothing of importance.

Of course, I know of some people who live their lives doing nothing of importance, but I just could not very well live like that, my self. Their is nothing wrong with people who do useless, meaningless jobs, but I can not imagine it was their life goal to do it. No, they were just unfortunate to be low on the dollar, and needed work simply for the money it put out.

 That said, I would never want to be one of those people. Also, tough, I would be perfectly content to be a house wife like my Mother is, with a husband to work for our money, and I with as many hours a day that I want. The only problem there is I'm not one for menial tasks like housework. So, as I wish for the future, my dear husband would have to make enough to hire a maid as well, to take care of all that.

      If I take care of the children, I should not have to clean and work. That was the goal of not getting a job. I always want to ability to get any job I want, and that is what college is for, but working 40 plus hours a week has never appealed to me. Though I suppose I would put up with it for a job that is fulfilling, and that has real purpose.