The story of my life
(Alex)

Once upon a time in a cold hospital room on April 24 a loud cry was heard throughout the maternity ward.  It was on this grand day that I entered the world. The loud incessant crying was to be just the beginning of my vocalization skills.  I was to be the first of three children born to my parents.  My sister Ana came Three and a half years after me and my brother Leon two years after her.  At the age of 5 I entered my first year of school, and unlike many children that age, found the first day to be very much without drama.  In fact, I'm told by my father that I looked at the children who were crying with disdain and asked him what their problem was.  I have also been informed that I told my father he could leave after a few minutes of being there.  Suffice to say that someone was crying on this joyful occasion, but it wasn't me. =-)

So I began my wondrous road of education at a Catholic School, where I was "lucky" enough to have to wear the same uniform day in and day out for a nice 9 years.  (yes I attended the same school from kinder through eighth)  My scholastic performance, though not horrendous, was what some would call lacking.  I busied myself throughout those schooling years mastering my social skills.  (It is around here most people reminisce about old friends and old memories of reeking havoc as youngsters.)  Frankly though many of the people I was friends with then were great, I don't talk to most of them anymore so I will spare you the pain of listening to me rant on and on about our beautifully pulled off shenanigans.  I will say however that the memories I have of those years are for the most part pleasant, but those that aren't, I remember who caused them and well, "Sticks and stones...blah blah"  Anyways.

School was always an event for me.  I loved being there with all the other kids and I did manage to make some lasting friendships in the early part of my life.  The person I known the longest is my friend Michele.  She's been around for as long as I remember.  Now the thing about Michele is, she's not your regular, run of the mill girl.  She's sweet, understanding, and caring, but she's not a push over.  She's taught me to stand for what you believe in and never let people dictate my actions.  She's been there for me throughout everything.

So I lived a relatively quiet childhood in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, with my grandparents.  Nothing too severe to tell (sorry, no traumatizing stories to tell)  Besides the divorce of my parents when I was in the second grade no major event ever be-fell me.  Guess I was lucky or my life was boring.  your call.

So on to High School I ventured.  Now High School was nothing if not Dramatic.  I believe that high school is supposed to be Dramatic, even Traumatic at times, Cause though not to traumatizing it certainly didn't lack in Drama.  The first day was relatively easy, I went to the wrong classroom, got offered tickets for the "elevator" that didn't exist.  (I am happy to note that joke really can't be played at my H.S. no more, they have an elevator now. =-) ) I hardly knew anyone since I'd come from a small catholic school, but I made due with the situation.  My first "friend" (awww)  in H.S. was Kristy Gonzalez.  I'll never forget the day I met her, and I know she doesn't forget either ( I don't let her).  Spanish 1 was getting mighty boring and I was getting picked on by a friend who had gone to school with me for 7 of the previous 9.  Suffice to say it was severely ticking me off.  I arose from my seat, went over to the table that she was sitting at and exclaimed "Hi my name's Alex, I don't like my friends so do you want to be mine?"  I still think Kristy feels she should have ran for the hills, or at least the door.  We've been friends since.  Poor Kristy =-)

As for H.S. itself, well I was in Marching Band w/Kristy.  I attempted to play the Alto Saxophone.  I strongly emphasize the word ATTEMPTED.  We joined Spanish Club, but that was short lived, as was Student Council and a few other things we attempted, (they ALL went on our College Applications.  Hey it didn't ask if we stayed  in them the whole year, now did it??)  Now I did manage to make more than one good friend.  Though sadly it is true that many people grow apart after H.S.  I've kept enough friends from then to make me sublimely happy.  (you'll have to read about my friends on my friends page)

I joined Academic Decathlon in my Junior year and was in all through my senior year.  Hmm, I guess I was a boring H.S. student.  Well I'll not bore you with any more useless stories.  Let's say, I've graduated and now go to college. (Which is where I met Mari (poor mari).
 
 

The story of my life
(Mari)

It all began when I came out into this world on a Wednesday, February 14.  I was taken care of as a child by my grandparents and two of my aunts while both of my parents worked. I consider my two aunts to be my sisters since I am an only child and they are close to my age.  I attended private school from first to sixth grade.  It was during this time that I began to want to be a dancer so my parents put me in a dance studio where I learned ballet, tap dancing, gymnastics and jazz dance.  Since I picked up dancing so easily my cousin who has her own dance studio, and travels around the world, wanted me to join her; But since I was so young and would have to move to Washington my parents decided not to let me go.  I continued my dancing until I got into eighth grade when I started public school. I then began to play sports such as volleyball, basketball and track.  When I first entered high school I continued with the sports, but I missed dancing so much that I joined the dance team where I stayed from my sophomore year until my senior year.  Being on the team was what helped my during my high school years.  I learned how to be a good person and a leader (since I was colonel of the dance team for two years).  School was so boring for me that being on the team was the only way that I could stay interested in school.  Along with being on the Dance team I was also in the National Honor Society, the drama club, the spanish club and Business Professionals of America.  All of these clubs are what helped me stay interested in school and kind of out  of trouble.  At the end of my high school career I came out graduating eleventh in my class and interested in college.
For my college career I first started out as a biology major, but I changed my mind after failing my first year and half of college because I could not and did not want to give up my partying days.  It was during this year that I first met Alex and we have been hanging out ever since. I am now in my third year of college and my major is now Nursing.  I chose nursing because I grew up around it since my mother is one and I wanted to stay in the medical field.  I am now doing much better in school since I decided that I need a degree if I want to do something with my life and I have decided that it is almost time get out of my parents house.  So that is my life as of now, and hopefully will change soon.
 

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