Up until now, the only thing I can say to myself is, " damn, time goes by like nothing!" I can still remember the many significant and insignificant events, mishaps and memories of my life, and am both proud and ashamed of what I have done so far. 15 years ago i moved to Canada, and my intentions and goals in life were quite unclear at the moment. I was still trying to adjust to the Canadian way of life, and my parents still lived as though they were back in their homeland of China, with strict house rules, curfews and punishments. I was a very troublesome kid who wasn't so outgoing, and had problems with the people I met on a daily basis. I was very quite, shy and had quite quirky behaviour. I was, in fact a loner, simply due to the fact that things were very new, and because many classmates and people in general misjudged and mistreated me right from the getgo. I had no prior knowledge on anything. So, all you guys who see me as a health freak, an active person with a very eccentric personality have to know that I was one of the most unhealthiest, laziest and dumbest/dull kids out there. I remember being in grade 1, and all the kids and teachers would wonder why i behaved so weird. Heck, i wondered why as well. I was so damn ignorant, and so damn shy. I was so afraid of people for some peculiar reason ( you might as well classify this as xenophobia). My first friend was this kid named Keno. He was a poor kid who lived on welfare, and i remember him asking me about my family. Now, when I came to Canada, i had already obtained quite some experience with the English language. I had literally taught myself how to speak and read in English, as my parents were not fluent enough to teach me. By the time i hit grade 3, I virtually spent 3 hours a day reading. I still remember my first book, Oliver Twist. Man, could i relate with that character. He was a lonesome boy who lived in an orphanage, and later had to escape his life of misery to seek a better fortune. I also had to read A series of unfortunate events in grade 3, as my teacher was quite senile and pernicious. Grade 3 was bittersweet... it was a time where i had met many cool new friends, and a time of sorrow. My grandfather passed away during that grade, and I had suffered from pneumonia 4 times. I was very susceptible to illness back then cause i wasn't healthy at all, and didn't take up sports until at least grade 4.
Grade 4..... yeah, i remember the times i had during that year. I decided to move to Markham ( I lived in the Flemington area before, near the OSC. I almost got my ass robbed during that time) because my father had found a new IBM to work at. I remember surveying the area, and i thought to myself, " this could be a nice place to live in." Now, when september came, I had an extremely hard time fitiing in. I'm not going to explain everything, but let's just say that I was harassed, beaten and ridiculed almost everyday by many imbeciles on a daily basis, right from the getgo. I virtually lived in solitude. I had very few friends, and though i excelled in the academics, people misjudged me even worse than before. Some of you guys know Khalid, aaron, justin cheung and elijah malcolm. Those people, i have known since grade 4 and have been classmates and schoolmates with them ever since. Grades 4, 5 and 6 were interesting years, because those were the years where i took sports quite seriously. my first sport was hockey. I loved to ice skate when i was very young, and still do ice skate today. I was obsessed with hockey, which led me to become friends quite easily with other hockey obsessed friends. I was exposed to basketball in grade 6, but never took it seriously until recently. I was more into piano than anything, really. I loved to play the piano, but hated to practice it ( until like 2 years ago. i started to practice immensely). I won major awards from 2000-2007 every year, but it was because i had a very strict piano teacher who forced me to practice everyday. Fastforward to grade 7.... this was the grade where i started to have some major issues. It was cool at first, i met some new people, and worked quite well in class, but it got ugly right after.
Grade 8 still haunts me even today. I remember it so well, that i could probably list all the people who either pissed me off, cheated me, manipulated me or just plain hated me but i won't. Prank calls, beatings, name callings, extortions, you name it, i've been exposed to it. People referred to me as a "class clown." No. better yet, a "jackass." I hated to go to school almost every day because i feared eveyone. They taunted me, mocked me, bullied me, and plain hated me in every way possible. I hardly had a moment of serenity during this year because i couldn't. Bullshit would escalate every single day, and i just hated to be in class. Physics, biology, chemistry, success, French. I could've excelled at those subjects and areas, but i couldn't because i constantly had to worry for my safety and well-being every day. The teachers even put me down, and discouraged me from obtaining any form of success at all. so in a way, i had a chance to be much smarter and stronger personality wise, but those kids and ppl fucked it up big time. Now fast forward to high school. I see high school as a new beginning for me. everything changed because i not only met new friends, but was exposed to so many newer things physically ( like working out, weight lifting, sports, martial arts, boxing, hell yeah), mentally ( loved to read during these years, lost it a few years back) and socially as well. In the beginning, it was bad. people were very cruel, and they did anything to maintain status and reputation. But, being a devil's advocate, i have to admit that i liked grades 9 and 10 despite those years being very harsh for me. things were much more interesting, and i think the school spirit was at its peak during those years. during grades 11 and 12, a downslide occured. People.... changed much. Asians were everywhere, teachers put in more strict rules and we had to follow them, and kids were being suspended and expelled for very dumb reasons.
Something did happen during grade 12. I had matured both physically and mentally as a person, more than i had ever before. I was participating much more in class, had a much more joyful spirit, and loved to socialize with others. Grade 12 was the year where i could literally go to school with few worries and just live the chance of being me and doing my own things. I studies much more extensively, strengthened my friendships, and became much more socially outgoing. I could focus so much better on everything i did, and i was much more respectful this year ( i was a bloody tyrant back then, and people hated my guts). Looking forwards, i think i will see much more improvement and success for me and the people i have met and established friendships with, and although i do not know what i will inevitaby become, i think the future will be bright. I thank God and Jesus for leading me to the right path, and thank my family, friends and people i have met for my success in life.
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