I rented my body to science: Day 6
I had to write an autobiography for sittercity.com. I will be looking for sitting jobs, so if you know of any send them my way. I hope you enjoy the story, abridged version.
My Mini Autobiography: I was born in Boston, raised by a sassy puertorican woman and an enterprising father. My mother was the self proclaimed public relations queen of Boston and my father was the kind of guy that saw opportunity in everything. While I was attending kindergarten my mother and father had a falling out and my mother took me and my sister to Puerto Rico. They weren't good for each other, both had passions that burned deep, strong wills and hard heads, this was what attracted them to each other and also drove them apart. Reconciliation was attempted but my mother was happy to live her life in the Caribbean.
Puerto Rico was a wonderful world full of warm characters and a joyful ambiance that shaped my outgoing happy demeanor. I long for the cool summer days in the mountains where I was surrounded by breath taking nature. As a youth I preferred a day consisting of Nintendo and soda, I took the beauty of my surroundings for granted but my experience in "la isla del encanto" ignited my love of nature. I would take these experiences back to Boston where I would move in with my father.
"I'll teach you how to be a man" this was my dad's selling point in luring me back to Boston. My mother left the decision up to me and since my father was my hero I decided to leave my mother and sister for the unknown experience with my father.
I was a fish out of water. I quickly realized the differences between my puertorican classmates and their Boston counterparts; everyone seemed so crabby and concerned with being "cool". I had visited my school the year prior to matriculation and had one very important question to ask my tour guide "Do you guys watch Power Rangers?", he looked at me with a bit of disgust and said "we don't really do, that." I was a kid and liked my ridiculous shows that indulged my imagination but apparently it was "un-cool". Most of my peers’ obsession with appearances caused me to feel isolated and I mostly hung out with the "un-cool" kids.
Through elementary, middle and high school I befriended the "un-cool" kids, the kids who were introverted, shy, puny or awkward. I found that the unpopular fringe of youth was the most inclusive. I didn't dislike the kids who made fun of me for my differences, I didn't understand them and I kept being nice and never followed the rules of high school hierarchy. I now realize that the children’s ill temperament was a product of their adolescent insecurities.
I attended college at UMass Boston where I graduated with a degree in business, I chose this because I was unsure of the future, it was practical, and my father had a hand in influencing my decision. As soon as I graduated I thought "Crap, I don't want to be a business man!" I had enjoyed all of the liberal arts courses and dreaded many of my mandatory business courses, accounting pained me because of its dry nature and the professors had the personalities of a piece of wet cardboard. The writing was on the wall, friends would say that I didn't seem like a business major, one went so far as to tell me that I should consider switching. All of my close friends were involved in liberal arts, a saying that my father told me when I was a child so I would stay away from bad influences rings true to me today "tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are."
I left the family business; I was the director of public relations at my father’s Hispanic media company, in order to follow my dreams of writing for a living. During this transitional phase in my life I figured I would work with children because I enjoy it, I've had success in this field as a volunteer for the Big Brother organization and in taking care of younger relatives.
On this day a man needed the assistance of 40 or so hospital staff members. Stay tuned
for part 2 of the day 6 saga.
My Mini Autobiography: I was born in Boston, raised by a sassy puertorican woman and an enterprising father. My mother was the self proclaimed public relations queen of Boston and my father was the kind of guy that saw opportunity in everything. While I was attending kindergarten my mother and father had a falling out and my mother took me and my sister to Puerto Rico. They weren't good for each other, both had passions that burned deep, strong wills and hard heads, this was what attracted them to each other and also drove them apart. Reconciliation was attempted but my mother was happy to live her life in the Caribbean.
Puerto Rico was a wonderful world full of warm characters and a joyful ambiance that shaped my outgoing happy demeanor. I long for the cool summer days in the mountains where I was surrounded by breath taking nature. As a youth I preferred a day consisting of Nintendo and soda, I took the beauty of my surroundings for granted but my experience in "la isla del encanto" ignited my love of nature. I would take these experiences back to Boston where I would move in with my father.
"I'll teach you how to be a man" this was my dad's selling point in luring me back to Boston. My mother left the decision up to me and since my father was my hero I decided to leave my mother and sister for the unknown experience with my father.
I was a fish out of water. I quickly realized the differences between my puertorican classmates and their Boston counterparts; everyone seemed so crabby and concerned with being "cool". I had visited my school the year prior to matriculation and had one very important question to ask my tour guide "Do you guys watch Power Rangers?", he looked at me with a bit of disgust and said "we don't really do, that." I was a kid and liked my ridiculous shows that indulged my imagination but apparently it was "un-cool". Most of my peers’ obsession with appearances caused me to feel isolated and I mostly hung out with the "un-cool" kids.
Through elementary, middle and high school I befriended the "un-cool" kids, the kids who were introverted, shy, puny or awkward. I found that the unpopular fringe of youth was the most inclusive. I didn't dislike the kids who made fun of me for my differences, I didn't understand them and I kept being nice and never followed the rules of high school hierarchy. I now realize that the children’s ill temperament was a product of their adolescent insecurities.
I attended college at UMass Boston where I graduated with a degree in business, I chose this because I was unsure of the future, it was practical, and my father had a hand in influencing my decision. As soon as I graduated I thought "Crap, I don't want to be a business man!" I had enjoyed all of the liberal arts courses and dreaded many of my mandatory business courses, accounting pained me because of its dry nature and the professors had the personalities of a piece of wet cardboard. The writing was on the wall, friends would say that I didn't seem like a business major, one went so far as to tell me that I should consider switching. All of my close friends were involved in liberal arts, a saying that my father told me when I was a child so I would stay away from bad influences rings true to me today "tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are."
I left the family business; I was the director of public relations at my father’s Hispanic media company, in order to follow my dreams of writing for a living. During this transitional phase in my life I figured I would work with children because I enjoy it, I've had success in this field as a volunteer for the Big Brother organization and in taking care of younger relatives.
On this day a man needed the assistance of 40 or so hospital staff members. Stay tuned
for part 2 of the day 6 saga.