My Story. Part One
Submitted by Altima on August 14 2001 23:30:21
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I was born in America. My father is an engineer. He doesn't like his job. He enjoys the actual process of getting his job done, but loathes things like office polatics, and his CEO, famous for clearing buildings of workers with a wave of his hand. My father was a Baptist protestant. His father is a racist. Not really an extreme one though. He's an odd sort. To him, money can let him ignore certain racial issures, like a rich asian man. He can respect a rich asain man, but he cannot respect Jewish people or black people. My father's grandfather used to lead the marches down the streets of Belfast, celebrating the protestant conuest of Ireland. My mother is an Irish Catholic. Her parents happen to be two of the sweetest people on earth. Her maiden name in Irish (gaelic) translates to "king." Way down the family tree lies some minor gaelic royalty. My mother and father got married, much to the dismay of my father's parents. "Be careful son" His mother told him. "I hear those Catholics have lots of children." My father converted to Catholisism for my mother. We moved to a different state when I was about 4 or 5. Only vaguely remember it. We lived in a nice suburb, in a large house (green of course, heh heh). It's too bad there was absolutely nothing in walking distance. it was a 10 minute drive to anywhere. I went to a nice school, run by nuns, but they didn't wear habits, and they didn't teach. Thank God. I was one of the star students. I could use complex grammer early, draw realistic human beings early, understand mathematics better than those aorund me, and had a greater interest in science than my peers. My teachers, needless to say, liked me. The other students (big surprise here) actually liked me as well. How could I possibly go wrong? I didn't appreciate how good my life was, because I had known nothing else. Until 7th grade, when I moved to another school. A high school. *** It's now 2:33am. I am very tired. I'll continure this tomorrow. Of course, if yall find the begining dreadfully boring and wish me to stop, because religion and BL seem very tangential to my life and this story, I don't mind. It kind of gets better later on, more dramatic and full of mental anguish :) Heh heh. |
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