Okay, I'm making this thread so people can read about my life story and relate it to their life stories. My life story is going to be alot different than most people, so read it. It could be interesting, you never know.
May 10th 1993 at 4:05 PM EST- At this time, So SicK was born. I was born in Jamestown, New York hospital. I was born at the right time and I was a healthy baby when I was born. I don't remember much more another than the fact that I was born at this time. Besides, nobody remembers anything when they are born.
As I started to grow a little older, I learned how to climb out of my crib. This became a hard thing for my mom to control because I wouldn't climb out and steal food in the kitchen. After I started learning how to climb out my crip, my dad moved to Flordia and died a little while later. I was small and very young so I didn't understand what my mom meant when she said "dead". I just thought he was away and would come back someday. I found that to be wrong later on....
Septemeber 2nd Midnight, 1994 ( Spook, eh) - My sister was born. Yes, she was born at midnight. My mom had the choice if she wanted her birthday to be on the 3rd or 2nd. She chose the 2nd because it was sooner... At a young age, my sister became obsessed with eating. She would eat anything that wouldn't bit back. She even tried to eat grass when she was little.
A litte later on- This is something that happened a long time ago but I still remember. My sister was playing on a rocking chair, she feel forward and busted her face on the chair. I remember alot of blood and my mom yelling alot. It happened around 10 years ago so I can't recall everything that happened. But I remember alot of blood, yelling and crying.
The person that owned our house got into alot of money problems so we left that house and moved to Spanish Gates in Jamestown, New York. It was a nice area. All the house looked the same, alot of kids around my age... One day, my mom got into a fight with this lady because this lady was throwing her son's toys in our yard. So, they got into a fight and the police came. We had to take a "ride" in the police car down to the station. My sister and I sat in the Child Daycare room and drank apple juice while my mom was talking to the police men. It got a little big but the lady was told to stop throwing her crap in our yard or she would be back at the station. When we lived in Spanish gates, I started playing baseball a little bit. I was around 4 years old so I couldn't join a team or anything yet but I just played baseball with my sister sometimes. I started getting really good at baseball and one day, I hit the ball too hard and hit my sister in the back really hard with the ball. She started crying but it was okay, because I was getting better at baseball. Then, my mom wanted to move out of Spanish Gates because the people next door wouldn't ever shut off their music. They were blasting very loud rock music and my sister and I could never sleep. We moved out of that place and moved into an apartment building in Falconer. This around the time when I was about to start school. My sister and I had to share a room because the apartment wasn't very big. At the apartment, we had a HUGE back yard so we could play baseball all the time out there. Behind the yard, there was this house and I became good friends with this kid there. They had a pool, a very big pool. I went to school with this kid for 2 years and one day, he drowned in the pool. Soon, I would have to start school. I was going to be going to "Temple School" in Kennedy. It was a nice school, it had only 2 grades in it though. Kindergarden and First Grade. My teacher was Mrs. Adams for Kindergarden and First grade. She was a nice teacher... I liked the school alot and the gym teacher used to call me "Dino Dan". I thought that was funny when I looked back at it 8 years later.... After I finished 1st grade at Temple school, my mom had to start collage again. She was never able to get a job while I was in school. So, she started collage again. Also, she had a part time job at Family Dollar. This meant, I would have to have a babysitter almost everyday. My mom talked to my grandma and they decided that we should go live with my grandma. She lived in the country so it was a nice play to live. We didn't change states or anything, we just moved a few miles. I started school at Randolph School. Now, I have say something about Randolph school. I'm not some "prep" or "nerd" that likes/loves school but I have to say that Randolph school is probably one of the best schools in the country. Our football team is #1 in New York to date. I started school in Randolph but I was very scared. I didn't know anybody and I didn't know what to do. I would always stay by myself and just do my work and be quite. I became friends with this one kid at one point. He was very tall for our age. I'm not trying to be mean or anything but he was a little weird. He couldn't ever remember anything and his common sense was kinda low. I'm not trying to make fun of him but its the truth. The rest of 2nd grade was fine for me.
3rd Grade- I had this crazy teacher. I can't even type her name out correctly because I have no clue how to spell it. This year was okay. I knew some people, I knew the school a little bit. It was a good year. At the end of the year, we had to put on face paint. I wouldn't do it so I got in trouble. I was allergic to face paint but my teacher wouldn't believe me. She got in trouble with the Staff.. It wasn't good.
4th Grade- I had the same teacher. She "looped" with us. 4th grade, It was getting better. I knew alot of people and the work was really easy. It was no challenage for me seriously. I skipped a few days so I didn't have to go to some field trips like the Erie Zoo and 6 flags. I never liked theme parks like 6 flags so I would just skip them. The year got hard at the end, our teacher just completly changed and she wasn't very good anymore...
5th Grade- I had Mrs. Giltinan for this grade. She was an older lady but she was very nice. This year was full of homework and hard projects. But, I was able to keep a 95 or higher in every subject. Grades were easy for me. I never had trouble getting work in or getting good grades. We started having another teacher give us Social Study classes so we could get used to High School in 2 years. This year was fun, alot of kids in my grade moved alot in this time period.
6th Grade- Haha. This grade was fun... Our teacher was Mr. Halpinany. He was a younger guy. He was fun, he was very smart and he was a great teacher. He was also color blind, shocking but the truth. He started switching classes more often. Like we had different teachers for different subjects. My social studies teacher was crazy. If you didn't pay attention in class, she would throw a chalkboard eraser at all. This year was probably the best year I had at this school.
7th Grade (Last year)- Alright. I'm in the high school now. I'm still a "middle school student" but I'm in the high school now. I had advanced Math and English classes. Both were pretty simple... Science was great. Our teacher (Mr. Steward) was a great guy. He would let us mess around and talk and all that crap. Our English teacher is 67 years old, yep 67 years old. She has been teaching at that school for 40 Fucking years. She needs to retire... But, she keeps going. She will be there to teach my sister on Sept. 5th (When School starts). Our Math teacher was cool. If he got mad, he would scream so loud though. His face would get all red and just scream. Our Social Studies teacher calls himself "The Silent Killer". This teacher will never yell at anyone. You do something wrong, you get detetion. Nope, he won't yell. He was a great teacher too though....
I skipped 8th grade so I am now in 9th-10th grade. I take 9th grade Science, Tech and Study Skills. I have 10th grade Math, Social Studies, French and English. I have P.E with a mixture of 9th and 10th grades also. My English teacher is very hot also.
My mom now lives in Irving, New York and I live in Kennedy, New York. I visit her sometimes. When ever you see me posting at like 2 in the morning, that means I'm at my mom's house...
Thanks, So SicK.
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