Autobiography of a Simple Girl…Yeah Right.

Alicia V. February 1st 2013 Autobiography How does one initiation an autobiography? I tried reading some other industrial plant and some would let off with Hello my charge is or I grew up in a blah blah blah. aught enamormed very inspirational so I guess Ill just start with my name. Alicia. Its just a simple name. I was born on a Friday. My mother was born and raised in Puerto Rico until she was 25, she moved to NYC the slowly 80s. My dad was born and raised in the Dominican Republic until he was 22 he too decided to move to NYC in the70s.They met at some w arehouse in the late 80s and around 89 they started living with sever onlyy other. Then in January 91, I decided to be free from the convenient womb. I figured it was time to explore the serviceman. So of course with my Puerto Rican and Dominican parents the only language in the house is Spanish. My dad worked at a civilize as a janitor and my mother was a babysitter with 14 kids in our small apartment in the Bronx . That till this day, we still vital in that small Bronx apartment that is now an official daycare. I was my mommys one and only and she worked so hard so I could go whatsoever was best for me.She would buy fabric and by the end of the week, I would turn over a new dress ready to show off to the world. She would run into whatever outfit I was wearing with my shoelaces, if I happen to be wearing sneakers. I was her doll. I was her baby. Until I was 5, my dad would take me to the barbershop and get my boyish haircut, basically and small little fro. I dont what in the world was going through my parents mind exclusively I looked like a boy if I didnt wear a dress until I was 5. This isnt however a joke. When I was four I looked like 6 course of instruction old, so anyone who would walk past would say, Wow, that little boy of yours is so endearing.And thence my mother would say, Shes a girl. My mother told me that they would just walked international out of embarrassment. I th ink around the fifth or sixth time someone has said that my mom decided that it wasnt a well idea that I kept getting the boyish haircut. Back to my get, my father estimation of me as his prized possession. Since I am the only child that he helped raise with. You see my father hasnt been so innocent in his life. He went around in his youth and well Im his quaternate child from his fourth woman. Its the biggest stereotype of most male Dominicans I still laugh softly about it.I receive an older brother named Charlie. Second oldest is Melisa and then the third oldest is Angie, and then theres me, just in case you forgot. Also since I am the youngest, Im his baby. however there has been tension in my family due to my fathers actions. So siblings. Yeah, I get laid them to death but like I considerate of explained in the lead tension. My brother Charlie, the oldest, the boy or I should say man. The one who carries the name has done some bad things and sadly had to pay the price . In my fledgling yr of spicy school, my brother was sent to prison for manslaughter.I personally do not know if he really did it but they gave him fifteen years. rough that time I entered my Goth phase, but I dont believe I have left that phase. All through in high spirits school I was angry and depressed. But I never took my frustration to my parents, which I should have but I fear that they would be so disappointed, so that kind of steered me away from rebellion. Its weird I know, but I was a distant person growing up. My sister Melisa, the one I wish I got to understand better must secretly hate me. She has two kids, they are sweet but I dont see them as much.My sister Angie, I grew up with her for a bit. I love her, but she was a misunderstood teen and do some funky decisions that made some explosive arguments between our dad and her. She was considered the black sheep of the family. I love her to death but now I dont see her. She had three kids, and I became an aunt wh en I was seven because of my sister. now my sister is ten years older than me, so she was a teen mom and my father hated that. Luckily he was nice to his grandchildren except for one. Now no more of this or this will turn into a chapter book. High school was absolutely boring.I entered a predominantly black and Hispanic high school, even though they were all for diversity you would see that in my school. I was an honor student. I didnt get bothered or bullied because everyone thought I did voodoo because they were so ignorant. I was a Goth not a witch even though I befriended a witch. She caused the trouble. But that did rid the bullies and even the gangsters away. They were just friendly to me. I kept a camera around and I would record my friends doing stunts and jokes. I would edit it and then in the end we would have a few laughs.Thats when I realized that I loved painting too. I spent more time in the art room then my other classes, and yes I got really good grades. High schoo l, now thinking about it, went by really fast. College Now that was the best times of my life. I went to a school far away from home. I wanted to be away from my overprotected parents. I wanted to be free and learn how to cook for myself and do my aver laundry whenever I wanted to. I was able to paint and intimacy new things that my parents will never know. The college I went to was out of a imagine book.Filled with haunted stories and farms to no end. The best parts would be the friends that I made, all the art classes I took and the lake. It was something I wasnt used to. I lived in a city for eighteen years and living in that say rural with closest city an hour away. So it was a spacious culture shock, but I made the greatest friends a girl could ever make. I was there for three years, I have institute love and I have found so much knowledge. I grew up when I was there. Sadly I couldnt afford it, so I took a break from school and withdrew from that school.Seven months I was nt in school. Looking for a job, failed miserably. So here I am typing this down. Ive been helping my mother with the 7 or so children in the daycare. To entertain myself I created arts and craft for toddlers. I taught my 2 year old how to write. Right then and there I realized that I wanted to be a instructor, again. Ive always wanted to be that but I always kept that to myself. I am venture in school. Soon I will be the art teacher that I want to be. But for now, stay in this new school, enthral the city and just be me.