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welps, for OYO i'm supposed to write this biography as a graduating senior. I'm gonna use this time and space to gather my thoughts. Here is a sample biography:
Stephen Shum had a really hard time writing his biography. The first time he sat down to write this, all he could think of was "wtfomgroflmao." In all honesty, he had nothing to say about his life. But after thinking long and hard, he finally came up with a philosophy that he has lived by all his life, and would like to have it printed for posterity: "lolZ."
After two years in the Oakland Youth Orchestra, Stephen has finally mastered the art of faking every passage and being the only one to ever screw up blatantly. In addition, he has also left his track record intact: two years liking the same girl, having talked to her about twice in total. Many other firsts were involved in his joining of this orchestra, but none other would compare to the embarrassment that ensues during cello sectionals.
On a lighter note, Stephen has continued trying to take lessons from his teacher of 6 years, Sergei; however, the lessons seem to end with stephen being run out of the studio with sergei screaming, "omg practice more!" after him. Yet Stephen believes that less practicing is virtuous, and he continues with his 30-minutes-a-week practice schedule.
Defiance defines stephen's life, as the first thing he says to his teacher before every piano lesson is, "omg el oh el, so i tried to practice more than 15 minutes this week, it just didn't happen cuz i was rofl-ing too much, sorry, hahaha omg lollollols." Needless to say how his piano lessons go...
Welps, stephen is finally graduating from his four-year-sentence at the prison (a.k.a. northgate high school), and will go to the trash dump (a.k.a uc berkeley) this coming fall. His parents hope that he will attend more class in college than he did in high school, but stephen plans to spend his days chilling with the hippies on telegraph avenue.
In writing this biography, I asked stephen what he wants to do with his future, and he initally replied, "omg, like, last night was soooo cool. I hella just, like, LUV getting wasted. Can't wait to like, be able to do that again. Wait, what was your question again?" After I repeated the question, he answered, "Piece up, A-Town Down. Shout out to all my homies in Dub-C and Mendo-T to the F-B (fort bragg). And yo, yea - wut's 'future' mean?" With that, he passed out from a cocaine overdose. omg lollollol.
Respectfully yours,
-Still a Schweetie Stepho
P.S. Don't worry, I seriously wasn't trying to be funny - just bored and felt like rambling. hehehe.
Stephen Shum had a really hard time writing his biography. The first time he sat down to write this, all he could think of was "wtfomgroflmao." In all honesty, he had nothing to say about his life. But after thinking long and hard, he finally came up with a philosophy that he has lived by all his life, and would like to have it printed for posterity: "lolZ."
After two years in the Oakland Youth Orchestra, Stephen has finally mastered the art of faking every passage and being the only one to ever screw up blatantly. In addition, he has also left his track record intact: two years liking the same girl, having talked to her about twice in total. Many other firsts were involved in his joining of this orchestra, but none other would compare to the embarrassment that ensues during cello sectionals.
On a lighter note, Stephen has continued trying to take lessons from his teacher of 6 years, Sergei; however, the lessons seem to end with stephen being run out of the studio with sergei screaming, "omg practice more!" after him. Yet Stephen believes that less practicing is virtuous, and he continues with his 30-minutes-a-week practice schedule.
Defiance defines stephen's life, as the first thing he says to his teacher before every piano lesson is, "omg el oh el, so i tried to practice more than 15 minutes this week, it just didn't happen cuz i was rofl-ing too much, sorry, hahaha omg lollollols." Needless to say how his piano lessons go...
Welps, stephen is finally graduating from his four-year-sentence at the prison (a.k.a. northgate high school), and will go to the trash dump (a.k.a uc berkeley) this coming fall. His parents hope that he will attend more class in college than he did in high school, but stephen plans to spend his days chilling with the hippies on telegraph avenue.
In writing this biography, I asked stephen what he wants to do with his future, and he initally replied, "omg, like, last night was soooo cool. I hella just, like, LUV getting wasted. Can't wait to like, be able to do that again. Wait, what was your question again?" After I repeated the question, he answered, "Piece up, A-Town Down. Shout out to all my homies in Dub-C and Mendo-T to the F-B (fort bragg). And yo, yea - wut's 'future' mean?" With that, he passed out from a cocaine overdose. omg lollollol.
Respectfully yours,
-Still a Schweetie Stepho
P.S. Don't worry, I seriously wasn't trying to be funny - just bored and felt like rambling. hehehe.