Me. Simply Me.

All of my blogs are about my school life, and I feel like you guys should get to at least know what I'm about.

I was born in Vancouver and when I was 1, I moved to Italy and lived there until I was 4 1/2. I moved back to Canada and we lived with my grandparents for a few months, then moved back to Vancouver until we found a house in Victoria, which is where I live now. In grade 2 I moved to Curacao for a year. I didn't really like Curacao. At all. In fact, not only did I not have any friends that spoke enough english for me to really have a relationship with them, but in general, I am glad I am in Canada for good. I home schooled, which I did not enjoy. My family was so, well I want to say dysfunctional, but that's not really the right word, but do you understand what I mean? Actually, dysfunctional is probably the closest adjective I'll find to describe it. Let me just say that I don't want to go back to Curacao. Ever.

Grade 3 was the 2nd worst year of my life. My teacher was awful. In fact, she was vile, unpleasant, rotten, revolting, repulsive, loathsome and just plain mean. She was constantly constricting the area in which I could learn. She never encouraged me, never said anything that inspired or motivated me and she never even looked me in the eye. Please know that this is pure and raw emotion. I'm not exaggerating at all.

From grades 4-6, it was all really me trying to figure out who I was. I tried being the "it" girl, I tried being "that" girl (see Catherine's comment on my post about elementary school). I tried to not at all care about my social life and to try and be perfect. I didn't really like who I was, looking back at it, but I admire myself for trying to figure out who I was, and for not being sucked into the trap of people with no souls who just say what they say because they want attention. Don't let your actions define you, but let them add to who you are and to how you got to the place you are now.

Grade 7 has truly been the best year of my life so far. I have figured out who I am and who my real friends are. I learned the hard way that people I thought I knew so well have changed into someone that I don't recognize or want to be with. It's hard, but I guess discovering things you didn't want to know about each other is the only way that you can make you get yourself together, grow up and move on.

I hope you learned something from this post. Thank you for reading:)

Now, with a weight being lifted off my shoulders, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.