I’ve had a few ideas of what to write but I can’t seem to be able to get them all done in the time period so I decided to write about myself and what I feel you should know about me before you read my articles once they go up so here is a shot to try and recite my life to the world and try not to lose my dignity, well not all of it at least because once your done reading I’m sure you’ll either lose all interest or try to change me as many people have before.
          Well let’s just start off with my life in short and work our way through. I was born on July 31 to Rocio and Bruno Gomez, a very stereotypical Hispanic family in love with life. As an infant I was always expected to do more than what my six other siblings had already done, keeping in mind while not all, most of my siblings are successful in one way or another. When I was born my family was basically at an all-time high. My dad was making a good 120 grand a year and well life was good, in short I was a rather spoiled infant. However, this will not always be the case. When I turned eight I started hearing a lot about the economy falling and the U.S. going into a recession. Only being eight I didn’t really know what this had to do with my family and so I ignored it but once the economy fell, we did too, we went from a large house in the suburbs to a smaller crummy apartment in San Jacinto a small town near where I live today. I was ten when we officially lost the house in a foreclosure and well, all I remember doing for about six months is crying about how we no longer would have the statuesque home to come back to after vacation in the summer well, let alone our usual vacations in the summer, always to a different Hispanic state or country. As a child my dad wasn’t necessarily exceptional at parenting, he was an alcoholic, he had a tendency to hit and throw things and well the police saved me, my sisters, and my mom quite a few times. Going into the sixth grade was an all-time low. I was going to a new school where I didn’t know my teachers, didn’t know any of my peers, and to make matters worse, didn’t know where exactly I was going on the first day of school me in an attempt to meet people enrolled in higher level math, English, and science classes because my sixth grade mind set was that smart people were nicer and to my surprise some of the smartest kids in my class were total snobs. Alone and depressed I ate lunch and breakfast alone inside of the bathroom until I met a boy named, well in an effort to give him some privacy ill just call him Jake. Jake unlike me was kind of a popular guy in the sixth grade. He was one of those people who you hear about but never see and that day he happened to bump into me lucky enough, he and I became good friends that year. We went everywhere together apparently we both had honors science 5th period and we took it to an advantage by copying off of each other’s work. We eventually drifted apart for reasons I don’t feel the need to explain, and so again I was alone by this time I was in the seventh grade and of course, once again in a new school but instead of being intimidated by everyone around me I took the initiative to make some friends and I did, I began to hang out with a boy named… josh. Josh was not like most of my friends though, he wasn't in honors classes or advanced placement programs and so the only time I ever saw him was at lunch and after school. By second semester I found my best friend and I don’t think I’d ever been this excited to see anyone. I had known her since I was four so secrets weren't something I knew to keep from her and so I told her everything just as she did me and in about a week we were all caught up. But just like every other friendship I've had, other than the one with my best friend, me and josh drifted as well, but this time I didn't mind mostly because at the end of the day I knew me and… Jessica would never drift apart.
         Time went by of course and after leaving middle school for my freshman year of high school I was ecstatic. High school was a whole new world to me. Large campus, giant student body, I was prepared and unlike previous years determined not to be bullied. I walked into my freshman year with honors classes of course but unlike middle school I didn't care if I was going to be called a nerd or a geek for having good grades and honors classes because I knew that high school counted. Time went by even faster than I had anticipated that year and so I continued to excel in academics as I always did and by the end I joined a sport other than soccer which I had been playing since I was about 6, I had friends, a sense of self, and almost a perfect transcript leaving school with a 3.93 GPA. As summer time went by I continued to go to football camp and summer conditioning for soccer eventually sophomore year started leaving us in the present with difficult classes and a less than perfect GPA.
          My life has taught me a lot about people, how they think, how they might react to a certain situation, and because of all this I've learned how to voice my opinion. I've dealt with everything in the book of pity; bullying, domestic violence, alcohol and drug abuse and these experiences have taught me how to react to situations and what to say when something has to be said. However, don’t think that I’m looking for pity because as weird as it sounds I’m thankful for all of the negativity in my life. It’s made me who I am today, and it has transformed my future into something bright and optimistic. Without these lessons I wouldn't be me, sure I was forced to grow up a little fast but I’m glad because at the end of the day I know I came out stronger at the end of the tunnel.