I was born on November 4, 1995 to Nancy Kern in Queens, New York. I was a small baby, for I was four months premature. My mother was walking in Brooklyn, New York at the time she went into labor. There is literally nothing exciting about my birth, besides the fact that I was born.
Family
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| My sister Brianna and I, Christmas 2013 |
Childhood and School Life
Even though I was born in New York, I started school a year later than I should have because I moved to New Jersey, when I was two. In New Jersey you start school by the month you are born in, and I missed the deadline by a few days. My age puts me almost year or maybe even more over my fellow classmates. When I was about six I moved to South Carolina, because my parents did not think that it was such a good idea to raise a family in New Jersey, after 9/11 happened. When I entered first grade, my parents and my teachers had a very difficult time trying to get me to willing read, I would refuse. By the end of the year, I finally came around and would be reading all by myself. I never had many friends, but I did have two best friends that I still talk to today, Alexis and Jason. Growing up we were inseparable, but that changed when we entered high school, and then we drifted even further apart when Jason moved to Florida Freshman year, and they things really changed when I moved to California Junior year. Moving your Junior year in high school, is not an easy thing, and it was very hard to adjust.
Hobbies, Interest, and Activities
I don’t have many activities or hobbies, because I enjoy doing all kinds of things. I like to think I’m an open-minded person. My main activities, outside of school, include; running, writing, sketching, and hiking. Although I am not very good at a particular activity, I still do them, because well practice makes better. I take much interest in the field of psychology, I am really intrigued by how our brain works and why people are the way they are.
Anecdote(s)
When I was in the eighth grade, my dad and I had to go pick up my younger sister from an airport, which was three hours away. So for the journey my dad stopped at a gas station, of course to fill up his tank. He gave me some money so I could get some snacks inside. As I walked into the old, creepy building this semi-old white man, kept staring at me from behind the counter, it was almost as if he was judging me. I attempted to ignore him and find something I liked; I was searching for a Hersey’s Cookie-N-Cream chocolate bar, because those are my favorite. I kept walking around; because it appeared that they did not have any. The man from behind the counter kept staring at me, and then after a while started to follow me around the store. I turned to him and opened my mouth to talk when he said “girl I know your kind steal, don’t be stealing from my store” my mouth literally just fell open, I was outraged and left the store murmuring unpleasant words under my breath. I didn't tell my dad because I did not want him to flip out. As we drove away I finally realized that the world was not always as good and I thought it was.
Future Career
My whole life seems to be planned out for me, including my possible career choice. My family wants me to become a doctor and though I am interested in the medical field, I am very unsure if that’s exactly what I want to become. I have considered other careers, for example, teaching, I was a tutor for about 3 years to younger students. For the moment, I am not clear what major I will be entering in college for. In the fall I’ll be attending the University of the Pacific, with an exploratory major, although I have no idea what I’ll be eventually majoring in, I do know that I love helping others and I love working with children.
Legacy
I want to be known for being a good person, someone who devoted their life to helping the lives of others. I believe the only way to make it through life is to help others. Not only do I want to be known for helping others but also for taking risks and living life to the fullest, because if you don’t live life to the fullest possible content then you might as well not live life at all.



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