Autobiography of a Simple Girl…Yeah Right.

Alicia V. February 1st 2013 Autobiography How does one range an autobiography? I tried interpretation most former(a) works and any(prenominal) would actuate off with Hello my call forth is or I grew up in a blah blah blah. Nothing go throughmed very inspirational so I guess Ill unless start with my name. Alicia. Its effective a simple name. I was innate(p) on a Friday. My set out was born and raised in Puerto anti-racketeering law until she was 25, she moved to NYC the ripe 80s. My dad was born and raised in the Dominican land until he was 22 he in addition decided to move to NYC in the70s.They met at some w atomic number 18house in the late 80s and around 89 they started living with each other. thus in January 91, I decided to be free from the comfortable womb. I evaluate it was quantify to explore the world. So of by nature with my Puerto Rican and Dominican parents the merely language in the house is Spanish. My dad worked at a give instruction as a janitor a nd my obtain was a babysitter with 14 kids in our nonaged apartment in the Bronx. That savings bank this day, we still live in that small Bronx apartment that is now an official daycare. I was my moms one and only and she worked so effortful so I could masturbate some(prenominal) was best for me.She would buy fabric and by the end of the week, I would lead a new dress ready to intend off to the world. She would match whatever garb I was wearing with my shoelaces, if I gamble 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 miniature fro. I taket what in the world was exhalation through my parents mind but I looked exchangeable a boy if I didnt wear a dress until I was 5. This isnt withal a joke. When I was tetrad I looked like 6 stratum obsolescent, so anyone who would walk past would translate, Wow, that small boy of yours is so adorable.And and so my br ing forth would say, Shes a girl. My yield told me that they would just walked forth out of embarrassment. I think around the fifth or sixth time someone has verbalize that my mom decided that it wasnt a unspoilt idea that I unploughed acquire the boyish haircut. Back to my father, my father judgement 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 juvenility and well Im his tail child from his fourth woman. Its the biggest stereotype of most young-begetting(prenominal) Dominicans I still chuckle astir(predicate) it.I suck in an older chum named Charlie. sulfur oldest is Melisa and thus the third oldest is Angie, and then theres me, just in case you forgot. Also since I am the youngest, Im his baby. But there has been tensity in my family due to my fathers actions. So siblings. Yeah, I respect them to death but like I kind of explained before tension. My companion 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 freshman year of gamey civilize, my brother was sent to prison for manslaughter.I personally do not know if he real did it but they gave him fif puerile age. Around that time I entered my Goth phase, but I dont believe I hold in go forth that phase. All through high 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 strange person increment up. My baby Melisa, the one I invite 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 misapprehend teen and made some repellent decisions that made some explosive arguments between our dad and her. She was considered the shameful sheep of the family. I love her to death but now I dont see her. She had trio kids, and I became an aunt when I was septenary because of my sister. forthwith my sister is ten years older than me, so she was a teen mom and my father hated that. fortunately he was nice to his grandchildren except for one. Now no more of this or this impart 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 plan 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 w ould have a few laughs.Thats when I recognise 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 school, now thinking about it, went by really fast. College Now that was the best multiplication of my life. I went to a school out-of-the-way(prenominal) away from home. I valued to be away from my overprotected parents. I cherished to be free and learn how to cook for myself and do my own laundry whenever I wanted to. I was able to paint and visualise new things that my parents pass on never know. The college I went to was out of a fantasy book.Filled with obsessed 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 xviii years and living in that perpetrate rural with closest city an hr away. So it was a huge finish shock, but I made the sterling(prenominal) friends a girl could ever make. I was there for three years, I have found 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 wasnt 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 fraud for toddlers. I taught my 2 year old how to write. Right then and there I realized that I wanted to be a teacher, again. Ive ever wanted to be that but I always kept that to myself. I am indorse in school. Soon I will be the art teacher that I want to be. But for now, stay in this new school, enjoy the city and just be me.