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Growing up fast food was definitely a treat for me. MyGrandma, who lived with us, was diabetic so the majority of the food our familyate was healthy. Even our desserts were things like fresh fruits or sorbets;you know, the types of foods adults trick kids into thinking are just as goodas gooey chocolate chip cookies. I had to work for a guilty treat. Before Istarted preschool I would earn my treats by reading new books (I loved EdgarAllen Poe) and giving reports on them to my family and doing chores around thehouse. When I was old enough for school I would do home book reports, chores,and I had to A’s and B’s in my assignments. If I were to choose a fast foodrestaurant I would almost always pick McDonalds. I would order the chickenmcnugget kids meal. Although even when I earned a type of special treat I wouldask for vegetables. I preferred vegetables to sweets as a child. I attribute itto the fact that I grew up eating healthy food. I would request carrots andcelery instead of McDona...

     Reality television is anything but reality. I actually know someone who was on a reality dating show, called Fifth Wheel I believe. She informed me that the “Diary Cams” are scripted as well as the arguments and most of the dialogue. A lot of these reality shows use the same actors for different shows. Take Joe from show A, cut his hair and change his accent, and you now have Justin for show B! You can’t call that reality…      I’ve never been a fan of reality television, if you couldn’t tell by my previous paragraph. I am much more of a documentary type. I will pick National Geographic over MTV any day. Documentaries are the closest you’ll get to reality television. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen a fair share of “documentaries” that are just as real as America’s oh so popular “reality television”. Adversely, I realize not every single reality television show is overwhelmed with crying and screaming. Some may even pose as a somewhat educational sourc...

Have you ever felt like things are going to well?  When everything falls into place I have a bad habit of waiting for something to fall apart. I know I should be positive but for some reason I always have that uneasy, marbles clanking around in your stomach, feeling. Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely appreciative for  favorable events occurring in life, I just can't shake that idea of a gloomy cloud lurking overhead. I suppose the best thing to do is focus on the positive things and deal with the rain clouds as they pass by. Whatever will be, will be. ...Maybe I should  knock on some wood...just to be safe.

Growing up I didn’t have many friends. I was diagnosed as a “gifted” child by the age of four. I spent a lot of my earlychildhood taking tests so my private schools and tutor services couldunderstand how my brain worked. I didn’t get along well with kids my age; Iattribute that to being an only child. I dealt with older people a lot betterthan my classmates. Teachers and students picked on me for being different. Atone point the abuse from my teacher and the kids in my catholic school becameso volatile that my parents transferred me to public schooling. My parents gaveme everything they could, and more. They fed my passion for the Ocean and lovedme unconditionally. My parents got me through the bullying and hardships of “beinga kid”. I feel very lucky to have such a supportive and caring family. Myfamily has made me who I am today. I am a Marine Biologist working towards mydegree. I help run the Oxnard College Marine Center and Aquarium, which I amvery grateful, to hold the ...