Home Sweet Home
Before Pittsburgh, I called a couple places my home. I first lived at my grandparent's house, but began moving around in a few years. I've lived in my family's old farm, my other grandparents' house, an apartment, my family's old house, and my dad's apartment. After hurricane María, I stayed at my mom's for a while but we decided to move back to her parents' house. It's weird coming back full circle to a place I lived in 18 years ago, but it was cool.
"No fridges, no horses"
One thing I liked about school is that these chickens would visit me every once in a while; they reminded me of my time in the farm. :]
My grandma's ol cat
Soccer
A girl called me fat infront of a bunch of other classmates, so I decided to join the school's soccer team in 4th grade. Although my reasons for playing a sport were petty, at least I enjoyed soccer while it lasted. When I got two consecutive concussions in 10th grade, however, I had to put it to an end.
Pictured above: Evolution of Man (colorized)
Spanish Class
In one of my last spanish classes, a classmate of mine was pulled outside and taken to the principal's office. Hours later, one of her friends texted me:
This conversation was the last time I'd heard of her, as she got arrested and kicked out of school (along with 3 other classmates) just a week later. We were buddies in middleschool. I sometimes think about her; I feel bad that she lived in a really abusive household and dealt with lots of drug problems. She never got help when she needed it the most, so I don't think her expulsion was fair at all. I'm grateful that I've never faced anything like that before.
Rare footage of me in that wretched classroom
Just a Kid
I used to love posing (for myself) in pictures:
My cousin told me "Look over there, it's Santa!". I stared for five minutes, until he put his hand over my shoulder and explained to me that Santa isn't real. Jokes on him, I already knew that ;).
Fun fact: I used to want to be a dancer. :P
Neighbors
I used to hang out in the streets with my neighbors, go into their houses, and do whatever.
MORE STORY TIME!!! While moving between two houses, my grand-aunt let my family stay at her place for a few months. It was full of spiders, but it had a very nice beachside view. Every night, a spotted cat would walk by the porch (I slept in the second floor, right next to a window facing the entrance). My mom always told me never to go outside at night, as this old *rather strange* guy lived next door. I didn't care about him until I went to get a midnight snack downstairs. Because my balcony's fence was linked to his, he was able to climb over it and stare indoors. I freaked out, but he didn't actually do anything. Weeks later, he grabbed his shotgun and killed the spotted cat as it wandered around the streets. The following morning, I ran into cat entrails lying around the porch. I think about this story every once in a while because sometimes I forget that people can be preeeeeetty weird.
A bunch of pictures of me posing with boots
I hadn't worn boots before, so I stole my mom's and did stuff for whatever reason
My friend once made me feel crappy so I sent him this picture to stop it
hey, at least it worked (at the expense of my dignity, that is)
Summer Time Fun Time
My friend gave me a bunch of his tourist-ey hawaiian shirts
B-) 2 kool
GRADUATION
Finally outta this place (I got a free teddybear)!
