somemoonlitnite
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I have to write an autobiography for my senior English class and my teacher just told us she would be taking five points off for every mistake she found.
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I am the middle child in a family with three children. I was born on January 18, 1992, a Saturday like my siblings. When I was born, my dad was expecting a boy, one he would name Tommy. Fortunately, a slight change in the name would make a nice name for a daughter. Even though my dad did not know it at the time, the name he gave me represented the expectations he had for me because Tammy means “perfection” (or “palm tree” but that would not make sense for this purpose).
Anyway, I was born in the old Baylor hospital in Garland, delivered by the same woman who would take care of me for the next twelve years. I seemed like a perfectly healthy, chubby baby. However, when I was three months old, my doctors found that I had a heart condition where one of my arteries was too small. This would later inhibit me from doing more strenuous activities, despite my desire to run around and play.
I am a quiet, shy person who can sometimes say awkward things. I think the fact that I am a middle child gives me this personality because my brother was the apple of my parents’ eye and my sister was the baby. When people first meet me, they probably see this type of person. However, to closer friends, I can be crazy and loud (I still say the awkward things but my friends seem to love me for it). When I finally began attending school and making friends, all of the craziness I kept inside seemed to come out.
My family is quite small. My parents come from Vietnam, living in Canada for a while before settling down in Texas. My dad is a very serious man. He rarely smiles and he smokes a lot. Despite this, I love him because he does these little things that make me happy. He used to take me out for ice cream and would joke around with me. My mom is a strong, creative woman. She makes sure that my siblings and I are taken care of and she has taught me to let my creativity flow free. She is the reason I have a love for all things crafty.
I have an older brother named Tony and a younger sister named Trini (yes, our names all begin with T). My sister is annoying, like most sisters are. I will not expand on that subject. My brother, however, is one of the best people I have ever known. Although he criticizes me on school and my terrible procrastination, he makes me feel loved by congratulating me on accomplishments and protecting me when I need help. When I was almost kidnapped, my brother managed to find him and get him arrested.
My friends are the best things in my life. My oldest friends are Adrian, Emily, and Helaina. I met them in the fifth grade, about seven years ago, and I have never regretted taking that chance to talk to them. JoJo, my best friend (and “wife”), is a person I met in the seventh grade through a weird situation. A mutual friend gave her this Harry Potter driver’s license that I wanted. I begged her for it and eventually she complied with my requests and handed it over. It seems funny now, especially since I still have it. We became close friends after that. We hung out in the library all of the time, talking or piecing puzzles together. I can count on her and all of my other friends for anything.
It is hard remembering memories from my past because most are minor, insignificant situations. For example, I remember napping on this makeshift couch at my parents’ workshop. It was actually a blue backseat of a car. I have no idea where we got it from but after school, I would sleep on its soft upholstery. Another small memory is when my mom would buy this frozen Sara Lee pound cake. When I was good, my mom would make a slice for me and the first part I ate was the brown top. It was the best part to me, which seems to explain why I like the more burnt parts of food.
I have few significant memories but all of them helped shape who I am. I do remember my birthday parties. My parents would not let me celebrate with friends. I instead celebrated with my parents’ employees, which was okay with me. They tried to include me in all of their conversations, teaching me Spanish. When they sang “Happy Birthday” to me, they sung both the English and the Spanish version, which made me feel special. My most special birthday party was probably the one on my sixteenth birthday. My friends threw me a surprise party and I had no idea the party was for me until I walked up to the door and they blindfolded me from behind. All of these birthdays made me feel like I was loved, which in turn made me show more love to others.
I spend most of my time on the computer. This probably makes me seem antisocial (and sometimes I am) but the majority of my time on the computer is spent talking to friends on Facebook and learning how to do new crafts. I love finding tutorials and patterns for objects I
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I am the middle child in a family with three children. I was born on January 18, 1992, a Saturday like my siblings. When I was born, my dad was expecting a boy, one he would name Tommy. Fortunately, a slight change in the name would make a nice name for a daughter. Even though my dad did not know it at the time, the name he gave me represented the expectations he had for me because Tammy means “perfection” (or “palm tree” but that would not make sense for this purpose).
Anyway, I was born in the old Baylor hospital in Garland, delivered by the same woman who would take care of me for the next twelve years. I seemed like a perfectly healthy, chubby baby. However, when I was three months old, my doctors found that I had a heart condition where one of my arteries was too small. This would later inhibit me from doing more strenuous activities, despite my desire to run around and play.
I am a quiet, shy person who can sometimes say awkward things. I think the fact that I am a middle child gives me this personality because my brother was the apple of my parents’ eye and my sister was the baby. When people first meet me, they probably see this type of person. However, to closer friends, I can be crazy and loud (I still say the awkward things but my friends seem to love me for it). When I finally began attending school and making friends, all of the craziness I kept inside seemed to come out.
My family is quite small. My parents come from Vietnam, living in Canada for a while before settling down in Texas. My dad is a very serious man. He rarely smiles and he smokes a lot. Despite this, I love him because he does these little things that make me happy. He used to take me out for ice cream and would joke around with me. My mom is a strong, creative woman. She makes sure that my siblings and I are taken care of and she has taught me to let my creativity flow free. She is the reason I have a love for all things crafty.
I have an older brother named Tony and a younger sister named Trini (yes, our names all begin with T). My sister is annoying, like most sisters are. I will not expand on that subject. My brother, however, is one of the best people I have ever known. Although he criticizes me on school and my terrible procrastination, he makes me feel loved by congratulating me on accomplishments and protecting me when I need help. When I was almost kidnapped, my brother managed to find him and get him arrested.
My friends are the best things in my life. My oldest friends are Adrian, Emily, and Helaina. I met them in the fifth grade, about seven years ago, and I have never regretted taking that chance to talk to them. JoJo, my best friend (and “wife”), is a person I met in the seventh grade through a weird situation. A mutual friend gave her this Harry Potter driver’s license that I wanted. I begged her for it and eventually she complied with my requests and handed it over. It seems funny now, especially since I still have it. We became close friends after that. We hung out in the library all of the time, talking or piecing puzzles together. I can count on her and all of my other friends for anything.
It is hard remembering memories from my past because most are minor, insignificant situations. For example, I remember napping on this makeshift couch at my parents’ workshop. It was actually a blue backseat of a car. I have no idea where we got it from but after school, I would sleep on its soft upholstery. Another small memory is when my mom would buy this frozen Sara Lee pound cake. When I was good, my mom would make a slice for me and the first part I ate was the brown top. It was the best part to me, which seems to explain why I like the more burnt parts of food.
I have few significant memories but all of them helped shape who I am. I do remember my birthday parties. My parents would not let me celebrate with friends. I instead celebrated with my parents’ employees, which was okay with me. They tried to include me in all of their conversations, teaching me Spanish. When they sang “Happy Birthday” to me, they sung both the English and the Spanish version, which made me feel special. My most special birthday party was probably the one on my sixteenth birthday. My friends threw me a surprise party and I had no idea the party was for me until I walked up to the door and they blindfolded me from behind. All of these birthdays made me feel like I was loved, which in turn made me show more love to others.
I spend most of my time on the computer. This probably makes me seem antisocial (and sometimes I am) but the majority of my time on the computer is spent talking to friends on Facebook and learning how to do new crafts. I love finding tutorials and patterns for objects I