Autobiography

* Here is a short autobiography that I found that I wrote my senior year in high school. I thought it was interesting. I am looking for a paper to use as an example for a project that I am currently working on and would like to improve on this one. If anyone has any advice or suggestions please let me know as it would be greatly appreciated. Thanx. :] *

 

             All of my life, I have dreamed of being a psychologist and being able to help people in a way that few others can. I want to learn how the human mind works, what makes us tick, and how to mend the broken. It seems like a very interesting field with never a dull moment.

One event in my life that I remember very well is when my Mom had a seizure at the movie theatre. My Mom, Dad and I were all sitting in the theatre watching a movie when my Mom tries to get up and almost falls over. My Dad caught her by the elbow while she is trying to speak but all that comes out are frustrated stutters. Her eyes are fluttering uncontrollably and watering which made it look as if she were crying. My Dad helped her out of the theatre while I just sat there frozen in my seat. A few minutes later I see my Dad appear at the bottom of the stairs in the door way and he is yelling at me to get off the seat and go out there with them. After a moment I reluctantly get up and follow him. Once we are out there I see my Mom up against the wall still shaking and not able to function. My Dad told me that he was going to go get the car and that I was supposed to stay with my Mom and look out for her. Once we got her to the car we went to the hospital where my neighbor picked me up and I spent the night at her house. I was around nine or ten at the time and really scared.  It didn’t help either that all my parents kept doing the whole night was yelling at me and being obviously frustrated which just made me feel as if the whole thing was somehow my fault since I was the main one who wanted to see the movie.

One of my favorite places is Pier 39 in San Francisco. I love the diversity of people, food, shops, and art there. The people are all so interesting and different, and yet at the same time, somehow the same. From the silver men to the Jamaican-looking ones playing the drums, they all have something special and fascinating to offer. The smells at Pier 39 are also amazing. There’s the salty seawater, clam chowder, fresh baked sour dough bread, and the candy from the Sweet Shoppe. Lastly, I love the cold, wet weather that somehow seems to last all year round. 

All in all, I believe that this will be a good year and I cannot wait to see what lies in store for me in the coming years. College will be very exciting and being able to have a career in psychology after will be even more exciting. 

Today, Martha could tell that I was mad at her. I would have been worried if she couldn’t, it was pretty obvious. She wanted to talk after school in front of all her other friends, but I opted to wait and talk on the phone later. When I got home she called me. We talked for a little while and she told me that she no longer does drugs, never sold them (lie), and that the only thing she ever lied to be about was the drugs (another lie). I’m not sure if she is lying about not doing drugs anymore but I am pretty certain that she is. I mean, what are the odds that right when I go to talk to her about it is right after she “quit”?? Especially when out friendship is on the line??

Ugh, I don’t know what I am going to do. I never said anything about not hanging out anymore because she just kept saying that she no longer did any of that stuff. I think we might talk again tomorrow. 

It’s complicated because on the one hand I still want to be her friend. On the other, I don’t. I’m not sure what I am going to do, but whatever it is I need to do it soon. My birthday is coming up (tomorrow) and I don’t really want to do it after, especially if she gets me something, because then it will seem like I was waiting until after I got something (present/gift) to talk to her and break it off, which I definitely am not doing!!

So I’ve finally decided, I’m going to talk to her tomorrow. I’m not sure exactly when that will happen (like during lunch, right after school, on the phone tomorrow night, etc.) but I am pretty sure that it will happen tomorrow. Right now I am trying really hard to concentrate and work on my report that is due tomorrow along with a project and presentation, but I just keep thinking about this. What am I going to say? How will she take it? Will she try and threat to tell people things that I have done? (I have never done drugs.) This is just so confusing and so complicated. Two things that I really hate. 

 Pretty soon, I will be best friendless. It’s pretty sad but something that has to happen.

            My best friend (we’ll call her Martha) is a druggie and drug dealer. She has always kept me out of it (which is somewhat good I guess) by lying to me constantly (not so good). Lately however, Martha has become a lot sloppier than usual. She has been selling stuff in front of me (somewhat sneakily) but not quite as sneakily as she used to be.

            She also thinks that she is all that when really she isn’t. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself and doesn’t get that what she does and says effects other people.

            The main things that bug me about her are: 1. The drugs (obviously) and 2. The lying. Lying is the one thing that really bugs me. I cannot stand people who lie. She knows this and yet she lies to me constantly and thinks that I am so stupid that I won’t find out or know right then.

            The other day at school, this guy (we’ll call him Tony) came up to me and was like, “Martha told me that you just figured out that she smokes pot last week.”

            I was like, “I just found out? I’ve known for almost two years now!” 

            Tony, “Oh my God! Are you serious? You’re smart! She thinks your stupid!”

            Me, “What happened a week ago?”

 

            I think I do know what it may have been that happened a while ago though. Martha and I were going on a walk around my neighbourhood when she was telling me how her boyfriend (Eric) had left one of his CDs in his friend Mike’s car. About an hour later her phone began to ring and she informed me that Mike was in the neighbourhood and we were going to walk over to where he was and get the CD from him. When we spotted him, she walked up to the car, he quickly slipped something into her hand, and she then stuck it into her pocket. When she came back over to where I was, I said, “Wow. That must be a really small CD.”  Martha just looked scared for a second, gathered her thoughts (lies) and then said, “ *laughs* Oh yea. Eric wanted me to pick up his stuff for him. Mike couldn’t drive all the way over there and we were close.” (She knew that I knew about Eric smoking) Then I was like, “ YOU WILL NEVER HAVE DRUGS DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN! YOU WILL NEVER BRING THEM INTO MY HOUSE AGAIN! IF YOU DO AND I FIND OUT, YOU WILL NEVER COME OVER EVER AGAIN!”  She then looked a bit worried, but just laughed and said, “I’ve never brought anything to your house. This is the first time and I’m just doing it for Eric.”

            She never once thought about what would happen to me if my parents found it. She never once considered that just by me being around her, I sometimes smelled like pot too and could get into a lot of trouble.

            I know that it seems like the obvious choice to just drop her as a friend and move on. The thing is though, we have been friends for about four years now and are pretty much like family. I am done with it though. I am done with her. I still care about her and do not want to see her end up dead, in jail, or in any other sort of trouble, but I do want her family to wise up and get her the help she needs.

            If anyone has any advice or has been in a similar situation, please let me know. I will try and keep this as updated as possible and am planning on talking to her sometime this week. Hopefully.

            [This is the friend I talked about in ““How To Save A Friend From Themselves" and “Last Night”.] 

Today’ll be the first day back after spring break. I wish I could just pull a Bueller and stay home …   but I can’t. **sigh** Ohh well. It should be good right?? I don’t think there’s any homework due (except that history worksheet I didn’t do but will do in class) which is good. And I get to get away from the parent’s for six hours, which is always good.

Well, I hope everyone has a good day! 

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