There are several things I did when I was young, most of which are really awkward, so bear with me.
I was born on June 24th, 2002 in Santa Cruz, CA. I have an older brother, an older sister, and a youngest brother, so that leaves me the third child. I grew up in Watsonville with originally my older siblings and parents. I had a stable childhood, at least from what I can remember. We used to be a fun family of five before my youngest brother came around. I've always been a snarky, arrogant, and sarcastic individual. Even as a kid, even though I was genuinely nice, I always mocked other kids who were mean to me. My brother and sister have had some friends come and go. I've always been a loner, even refusing to accept other kid's offer to be my friend. I used to go to group therapy, and every time my parent's set up a time for us to meet in the real world, I refused. Despite being difficult as a kid, I was decently a good kid. As we got older, we began drifting apart, because of differences in our personalities, and because they're in college.
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was six, meaning my academics were bust. As I got older, my mind became more messed up than it already is. On December 12th, 2012, my family and I adopted our first dog in years, and we named her Lego, and that changed my life. Unfortunately, ten days later, my grandfather passed away, and that really devastated me. I trained Lego to be a service dog for my social anxiety. I don't have it anymore, but it was a big issue when I was a kid. I trained her from September 2013 to February 2015. I was all about taking her everywhere with me, until people began staring at me, which made me feel weird, so I started to become independent by showing everyone I can do stuff on my own. Back in January, my other Grandfather, who lived in Southern California, suffered organ failure and was rushed to the hospital, where they told us he had a few months to live. I took every single opportunity to go with my mom visit him in the hospital . During Spring break, my mom and I visited him for his final days. I saw him for the final time on April 4th, before we drive home. we got too tired and stopped at a motel, here the next morning, my mom got the news that he passed away. I wouldn't be who I was today if it wasn't for him. He was a supportive figure in my life. When my siblings and I were kids, he used to live in El Paso, TX, and whenever we had a personal problem we didn't want to talk to our parents about, we would steal one of their phones and call him in secret. He would understand our problems 100% and encouraged us. Now he's no longer suffering
My academic life wasn't always stable, because I had a recent diagnosis. When I graduate high school, I want to go straight to a 4 year university, but everyone from Social Security, and my family always has to turn down my dream, like saying Cabrillo is my best choice, but I want to pursue a bigger opportunity than Cabrillo offers. In college, I'd like to join a theater club. when I finish my classes, I would drive to work at the Apple Store because that's where I'd like to work someday.