Geno
04-05-2005, 11:33 PM
Ok, so I've talked to AJ about this topic ahead of time, sent him the actual document, so if there are any concerns, take it up with AJ before going at me.
The reason I'm posting this, as I feel that everyone should know what my life's been like so far. I've done tons of things, and gone tons of places. Therefore, I feel that everyone should know how my life's gone. There's a lot of things that some people can relate to, and probably some that noone can relate to. But in any case, I present to you, so far completed: My life story, in text format.
Anything posted here is freely able to be discussed. I would like no arguments, and no assumptions, please. If you have a question, feel free to post it, or even PM me or talk to me on a messanger. All my names are listed within my profile.
And if anyone wants to talk to me in private about any of the issues in here, and how I dealt with them in detail, I'll be glad to help anyone with trouble. Trust me, I've been around long enough to know about some details of how to help out people.
So without further adeu, here's my life story, thus far completed. Expect updates soon, as I want to fill in new details. Whenever I do, I'll be sure to point them out.
------Life Story------
Name: Lawrence Michael Meyers (Larry for short, named after my Godfather)
Age: 18
Birthday: September 1, 1986 (Labor day)
Kindergarden-8th grade: Our Lady of Lourdes private Catholic school (Or OLOL for short)
High School: Illiopolis High School
College: Eastern Illinois University
Current major: Computer Science (Switching to undecided)
Aspirations: Sky diving, finding the perfect wife, saving myself for her, learning how to NOT cuss as much, and eventually not at all.
Highs: Good to talk to, helpful, always ready to try something new, good at public speaking, ready to meet new friends.
Lows: Bad past expirences, regret, making bad choices spur of the moment, thinking too hard, holding a grudge longer than needed.
Best friends: Nathan, Aaron, Megan
Close friends online (No offense to everyone else, but these are the ones I hold in high regards, behind the rest): OnyxDragonfly, ProtossChick99, Lord Viscount, BSTRhino, ZeroDarkStar, King_Templar
Behind that, though, is everyone else in Warboards.
My life's had ups and downs. A lot I've learned from, and a lot I haven't. Trust me, I feel as though everything I've done had a purpose, but a lot of it I still wish I had or hadn't done when I had the chance... Let's start back at the beginning... Not REALLY far back, but back when life was REALLY starting... Just before Kindergarden...
I finally realized life at about age 4 or so. I just turned 4, and of course, was a happy kid. My parents were nice (As far as I remember... o.O), and it was swell. I was at my babysitter's for a while, and she needed to run some errands... Well, she takes us out to her car, and gets us in. We get buckled in (Thank God...) and start going.
About halfway into the trip, I can see out from my carseat orange cones. I didn't know what they were about... I was only 4. All I do remember, though, is feeling a really big bump, and then waking up on a cold night. I was told that I had passed out for nearly two days, and finally woke up. I had serious trauma to my back and head. If I hadn't been buckled in, I would have either died, or been paralyzed...
Basically, my babysitter got fired, was fined, and ended up paying for me and my friend's (Who acutally was next to me, and suffered less injury than I had) injuries. All in all, that's how my back got so screwed up today. I can still feel my back hurting, even as I type this... Trust me, not a pleasant feeling...
Anyways, so that's how my life started off on the wrong foot. Well anyways, we moved from our apartment at that time into a small house. We lived at 1404 Ravina Park Road in Decatur, IL. Trust me, it was a NICE neighborhood then.. Just a cheap 32000 dollar house, though... It was rather cheap... This was all when I was 5. I had just met my new friends, Nathan and Andy. Nathan's still my friend for life... You'll see why later in these posts... Anyways, Andy was my other friend. He got on my nerves once in a while, but he was with me as a kid, so he understood me.
Anyways, back to the story. We went to the same babysitter then (New one), and we had a great time together. We all loved Lego's (Who didn't as a kid?), we all loved playing games, and snacks were 'Teh pwnage' as you might say... Anyways, we had a good time. At the time, I went to Our Lady of Lourdes catholic school. The tuition there was a mother stuffer to pay, but in the end, I guess was worth it...
So there's two kindergarden classes there. The AM group, and PM group. Andy and Nathan were in the AM, and I was in the PM. We still hung out at the babysitters, but we didn't really talk about our days. We just had each other's friendship. Well, in my class (PM), I was concidered the 'Outcast child' because my parents weren't rich, and I didn't fit in. Oh well. I was raised differently than the rest of them. I didn't lie. I didn't cheat. I told the truth when asked. You know, basic things? Well, those kids didn't do that. I got screwed...
Well then this new girl moves in, SP will be her name... Those are her initials, but I would like to keep her real name confidential for now. Anyways, SP and I were just friends, but that was my first crush. And I had that crush up until 8th grade graduation, when she basically told me off and treated me like dirt. Figures that even though I was nice to her for... Nevermind, that story will come later...
Anyways, she was my first crush, and we were OK together. I tried to be nice to her, invite her to my 5th B-day party that year and such. Well, she was cool with it, along with her friends, SY and AB. They will also remain anonnymous. Anyways, those three hung out all the years, and are still friends, last I checked...
But anyways, those were fun times. Except for the parts where the kids would blame me for things, and I'd get in trouble. Then they'd call my parents... Then I'd get in more trouble. My own parents didn't even believe me. Oh well. Guess that's what happens when the teacher believes other students over you, only because they are richer than you are. Meh... Life blows...
Oh, and did I mention the part where other kids walked all over me? Yea, I was a nice person then, and still think I am now. But I mean, back then I gave them parts of my snacks. Not talking one or two of your 10 crackers... But I mean, if you were hungry, I gave them all, and went starving. Oh well.
That year was OK, but it gets better...
First grade! Yay! Big times.. Uniforms even... Oh yea... Great...
Well, I came in at 5, and turned 6 Sept. 1 (Cutoff date for school. Apparently, I was smart enough to start early... So I did...) which I was made fun of, because I was the youngest. Well, of course, the teacher didn't like me, because I wasn't rich still, and I lost confidence in myself. She treated me like dirt, and that was fun. So I didn't do my work. Back then, it was minor consiquences, but still, it added up... (5 points off homework if you didn't do it. Let's just say of all the assignments through first grade.. A number stands out. That number being 124. That's how many -5's I got. Yea, shows how much I hated myself then.)
Well that year was worse than kindergarden... But at least I had a new friend. At OLOL (That's how I'm going to write Our Lady of Lourdes from now on), there's a tradition of an 8th grader picking a first grader, and being their best friend. Well, I got a nice man named Andy Dawson. He was really neat, and I loved him as a brother. Well, whenever they had events and such, he was there. He was nice to me, and it was fun. But guess what? When May crowning came around (Big event at our school), he wasn't there. I asked the teacher, Mrs. Burrass (My best friend, Andy's mom... Not my 8th Grader's), and she said something like 'Oh... Well... Um... He's sick... He can't be here today.' Well guess what? He ran away from school. He got suspended for something he did, and couldn't take it. He skipped. So I had to walk with some other person I didn't know down the aisle. And I felt bad when they said 'Aww, that kid's so cute. Him and his 8th grader look so nice together.'
I didn't have the heart to turn and tell them 'SHE'S NOT MY 8TH GRADER!' although I screamed it in my head. Don't get me wrong, I was in 1st grade, but for being that young, I felt I was very mature. I knew how to keep my calm.. At least then I did...
So anyways, first grade blew big time...
Second grade time... Yea... Fun...
More of the same. I'm not rich, they are. My still arch-rival, Brad Reilly (DIE YOU... YOU... BLANKETY BLANK BLANK!... ERm... Yea... Um... I don't like him... Trust me, I know the forum rules, but I seriously dislike this kid with a passion. I know he's going to hell when he dies, because of all the pain he put me through. More on this later as well.) was there... I remembered him from 1st grade, but he was in another class. We just talked at recess, and trust me, I cried a LOT then... This was worse.. He was in my class!
So anyways, I got in trouble more, because BR was a snitch. I tried to let it go by, but he kept getting me in trouble. I was really nice to him, all through this year, but it didn't help. And to make matters worse. I told him I liked SP, and he blabbed to her. She then realized that I was serious, and she instantly did that 'Eww' kind of thing... Yea, figures. That's when she officially tried to stay away from me.
Well that's just great. The possible love of my life hates me now, because someone said something. Great. Oh well.
*Wipes tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath* Whew... This is harder than I thought... I have those really deep feelings coming up... It's really hard to type this... Expecially knowing if my parents saw this, they wouldn't understand...
As a side note here, I want to say this:
If you know me, and I mean KNOW ME... You'd understand... My parents are good people, but to a point. They are the biggest hypocrite's (SP?) I've ever met. They say things like 'Don't give us attitude' in that attitudinal voice. THen they give me the line 'Anyone in this ****ing house isn't allowed to say one ****ed cuss word. If you say one, you're in deep ****. (You can fill in the blanks), and they expect me to believe it? Yea, right... That's just making my point stronger of why I dislike them a lot. They don't understand me, nor will they ever. I would rather take my own life to give someone a chance... Just a chance to have fun. I mean, if... Let's say this...
If some complete stranger's in the hospital, and they need a heart transplant. They realize that ONLY my heart would save that person. I would kill myself, by taking my own heart, and give it to them, just so they'd live.
That's an extreme version. At this point in my life, I wouldn't go THAT far, but you get the picture. My parents' attitude is:
Friends. Who needs them? If they help you, they do. Just say thank you and move on.
Well, tell me then, if you said 'Thank you' to Jesus and went on, would you go to church? Hah... Hypocrites at it's best... You understand, though...
*Will be continued at a later date*
I need sleep, and my parents are waking up. I don't want them to find this, nor find me typing it, so I'll continue this later. I'll pick up at the middle of 2nd grade then.
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
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Continued: Part 2 of my life. Never ending as it may be, I will try and make it have one...
So anyways, quick recap. Life's been not so great to this point, the girl I like now hates me, and the guy that I WAS friends with is now my worst enemy, and will be for life to even now.
So second grade kept going, even through the SP thing... Well, I remember a lot of things that happend, and a lot of them were minor. Getting pushed over a desk and noone getting in trouble. Getting slammed into a wall, hurting my back, and the P.E. teacher saying 'Oh, it's nothing, c'mon and play!' and then I kept playing, and fell over, because it hurt that much. Then the principal thought it was just me trying to make a joke. She sent a note to my parents, who tried to contact her and tell her about my back, and she said 'Well, he is fine now, isn't he? He was faking it. Etc. etc.' so that didn't work. Oh, and did I mention all the times I still didn't do my homework? In 2nd through 5th grade, if you didn't turn an assignment in, it was an automatic 20 points off, taking the grade to an 80% C. Yea, my grades all were C's that year. I didn't miss that much, but I just didn't ever turn anything in on time. I was dirt that year, and then came 3rd year... One of my actual favorites...
Third grade wasn't as bad as the last two. I had a really cool teacher. She was my second favorites of all my teachers that I had in life. She was really nice, understood about me, and was just all over nice. Even when I didn't turn something in, she'd make a deal like 'If you clean out your desk, and make it spotless, I'll let it slip by... and such. That year, my grades were all B/A, so I couldn't complain. BR wasn't in my class, but in another one. That was great, so I didn't have to deal with him. SP wasn't in my class, so I wasn't tempted by her. Life was OK that year for once. Not too much really bad happend...
I'll just skip to 4th grade. This is the big one. Just as I had my birthday, life sucked again. I met some kids in the neighborhood. They were nice when I first met them back near the end of 2nd grade, and the past year was cool. We'd hang out, play on their Sega, my Super Nintendo, or something. And then we'd play basketball, which I'm afraid to say, I still suck to this day at... Well anyways, this year they found out about Cigarettes and drugs... Yea, they tried the stuff out, and liked it, sadly enough... Well, anyways, I turned them down plenty of times. Lord knows he was there beside me.
One of my friends, though, Luke... He was nice about it. He smoked, but that was it. He knew it was bad, and I explained about it. He had the guts, though, to not smoke in front of me, and not tempt me. I know it's sometimes hard for smokers not to tempt and smoke all the time, but he was different. To this day, he's one of my friends, and we still talk once in a while on the phone, or whenever I go to some of my other friends' houses. Well Luke and I got along, but none of the other friends did. I was still the outcast there.
After a while, I got beat up in the park in our neighborhood, just a eighth or so mile from my house. It scarred me for life. The one who beat me up, though, was just in the news. I forget how to spell his name... I think it's Cortez or something, but he beat me up then, and in this past year over at MacArther school, he shot another student. He's in Juvi for that, and I hope he stays there. He tries to be a smooth talker, but it doesn't work. Anyways, he beat me up, and threatened to kill me. I was like 'Oh my gosh... Why?' and he said 'Because you don't fit in, and you never will, blah blah blah' etc. Well that wasn't neat for me, so I pulled a knife out, and went to the park. I hid under some trees and such, and then was about to slit my wrist. About that time, Luke came by, so I threw the knife into the woods. He wondered what was up with me, but I didn't tell him. Later on, I went back for the knife, but someone had picked it up. I'm not sure who, but I still haven't found it to this day...
Anyways, that was my first suicide attempt...
Give me a second to take a breather... I'll post more in a couple hours... *Takes some deep breaths*
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
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Time for part 3 of my life...
So where did I leave off... Oh, right... The first of a few times I tried to kill myself... Here we go from there...
Near the end of fourth grade, life wasn't great. I nearly killed myself, and really don't like the thought of living at this point. I figured if everyone hated me, why be here? I still wonder that today, but I do remember: There is always one person that loves me no matter what. God. He's been there through rough times. And I may have cursed at Him, and hated him, but I've come back to Him. Now, though, I've changed.
But really, life wasn't THAT bad... I still had Nathan there for me. We hung out a lot. We'd go to the mall once in a while. My mom'd go over, pick him up, then we'd get dropped off at the mall for a couple hours and walk around. It was kind of fun. Of course, though, neither of us flirted like we do today... But that's beside the point. Point is, I still had some good times.
Oh gosh, here we go... Summertime again...
Found out this summer that we were becoming more and more poor. My dad didn't have that great of jobs. Eventually, though, he found a job nearly 150 miles away. He stayed there a LOT of the time. I barely ever saw him. Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate it. I liked it sometimes. No yelling at me. No yelling at my mom. No late night waking up to find him getting ready for work... Silence. My mom enjoyed it a little too. One less person to cook for... But trust me, my mom, although less strict than my dad... She cracked down on me...
Yea, that sucked. That and the fact that one of my friends nearly killed THEMSELVES... Oh, and he took a shot at one of my ex friends. At the time, I said 'Serves them right' but now that I think about it, it was really bad. I remember hearing the shot at Lukes... We were sitting up in his barn loft (Yes, in the middle of a town, there was still a barn... I'll have to get a picture of it sometime, if they haven't torn it down like they said they would...), and I just heard a loud BANG from over at the park. Then I saw my ex friend taking off on a bike towards another part of the neighborhood.
That was a weird summer. A lot of weird things happend. Including a tornado! I forgot! *Skip back to middle of fourth grade a second* This was the year of a really bad tornado. At least I thought it was that year.. It was either 4th or 5th. I'm pretty sure fourth, though, because it happend during a tornado season where we had to hide in the hallways at school, and we were down in the west wing. Whatever the case, God spared me. We had to hide in our basement when it came. My parents suggested one corner, but there was too much glass there, and I said 'I'm not going over there.' and I hid in another corner, where I pulled a big bed covering thingy over me. My parents got mad, but found themselves crawling in with me. About ten seconds later, it was over, and we were in total dust. We walk over, and find our CHIMNEY where we would have been. I am called the hero, but I think God did that to me...
Well whatever the case, after the tornado, the neighborhood became a slum. From a nice place, to a slum in a matter of seconds. It was horrible. I had 4 bikes stolen in that neighborhood after it. I don't remember the exact times. I could go into detail about them, but it wasn't great, trust me. Another thing my parents said I was a bad child for, since they got stolen... EVEN WHILE CHAINED UP IN OUR GARAGE... -.-'
Well after fourth grade, and that tornado *Like I said, I think it was that year... I'm pretty sure it was. If not, it was next year... Either way, it sucked x.x*, I became a fifth grader. Lots of crud happend that year that I don't like telling people about.
Now what I tell you... Be warned, this is the first time I have ever told anyone online about this... So be blessed in hearing it.
Fifth grade. About two weeks into it, I got a call to the office. I wasn't doing great to start the year off, but I knew right off it wasn't about grades. I didn't know what had happened, but I got that chill... Like you know something was wrong... I went into the office, and the principal sat me down. She turned to me and said 'You remember Andy Dawson right?' I nodded, and asked what had happend. She pulled a tissue, and handed it to me. Then she said 'Well... I'm sorry, but your eighth grader... He... Killed himself today...' and then she turned away in tears. I broke down. I cried. I slammed my fist on her desk. I loved him like a brother, and now he's gone. I remember telling myself 'It's OK.. It's OK...' and I went back to homeroom. I cried even more there. Then they announced it on the intercom. After that, my class didn't even talk to me that day. I was in too cruddy of mood. I stayed in during recess. It was bad. That whole year was a blur past that... But I do remember that being the cause of it. All I know is that my grades averaged out to like a C or something... Meh... It was a bad year.
After fifth grade, I met a girl in my neighborhood...
*EXTREME NOTE*Be warned, some of you may not expect this of me, but I will admit to everything that happend here and now. The first and hopefully ONLY time I will ever say it on a site. And I'm sorry if it breaks rules, but seeing as how I'm telling myself to type this, I want you to know everything about me and how I lived.*END NOTE*
This girl was really nice to me, and I liked her. She was my first girlfriend. We hung out a bit that first day we went out. Heck, we even hung out at my house (This is during the summer after fifth grade, by the way if you need time). But one day...
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One day we went down to the pond. Just me and her. She taught me how to make out that day. Oh yea, that was great. But after that... After that we went skinny dipping. I remember enjoying it... Nothing happend, but I did have that childish thing going on. I recently learned what 'Sex' was and what female organs were... I told myself no. This was the first time I remember seeing a female part in my life IN PERSON. It wasn't the last, but it was the 'Best' in my opinion, because she told me about females. I learned a lot about women from her in that day. But I regret some of it. The skinny dipping, I regret. The TOUCHING of her... I regret. I touched her in some places I shouldn't have, and she touched me in places she shouldn't have and I shouldn't have let her. And I knew it then. Nothing was done. NO kind of sex was preformed, thank God. The next day, though, she said to me: "So you've seen me. What did you think? Do you want to go farther?" and that's when I realized 'Ok, too far' and I said 'No. I'm done with you. Sorry.' and walked away. I dumped her. That's the only girlfriend I ever dumped in my life. It was horrible in some ways, but a blessing in others. I really thought we could be together, but I found out a few years ago she is now a hooker, has kids, and does drugs. Shows how well a child's mind works...
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And that's the part I will end with tonight. I'm in tears for what I've just typed. I'm sorry if any of this is against forum rules, but my I also remind you... You know what I've been through. Be blessed that I have told ANY of this to you. At least you can see how my life went, and how I became what I am. The next part I place won't and shouldn't be as bad. That's the only sexual encounter I have had in my life. That's all there will be. PC, if you feel it's too much, just delete it out, and ban me if you feel nesseccery. But like I've said before... This is my life, this is what I've lived, and this is what made me.
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And there you have it. Thus far, what my life's been like. I'll be sure to update it soon.
If you're wondering what all the side comments about posting, etc. are, it was because I posted this on another forum, and spoke to Gracie about what to edit in or out. If there's any confusion, my apologies. I'll be sitting here a while, waiting for a few responses.
Please, keep this civil. And if anyone else feels like posting their life story anytime soon, please speak to AJ first about it, and see if he wants it within a new thread or not... I didn't think to ask him about that, but just in case, talk to him about it.
Thanks for taking the time to read it, and realize how my life's gone through what I've stated.
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
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Part 4
So fifth grade's gone a bit weird. Through all the homework, people in the neighborhood, and the rest, it's hard... Really is... Trust me when I say that I wasn't expecting what happened in sixth grade. But more on that in a while...
So I found out later on that my best friend, Luke, likes the girl that I mentioned earlier, and we get into an argument about it just before this year starts... Great way to start, no? I liked this girl who's bad news, so I feel like flipping out on her, but him liking her? I didn't see that coming... Ugh... So he freaks out like "Dude, I like this girl a lot. And you just dumped her? What are you thinking!" So I have to explain to him the whole ordeal on this... Fun stuff... So now I have to explain to him why this girl's bad news. So I try...
After a few hours of talking, he eventually freaks out on me with "You don't know what you're talking about! She's cool, funny, and plays video games with us!" "Yea, but she's bad news other than that..." "Whatever man..." And after that, we didn't talk for a little while. Maybe a couple weeks. But I do know he found out the hard way she's not good. He came to my door a day or two before school and apologized. He came in, and we played with some legos for a while. I remember it vividly, because that was the one time we used every single lego I owned to create some really huge robot thing. It was quite awesome, although it took up like a quarter of my wall space x.x
So about that time, sixth grade started. Now I've mentioned that I went to a private school, so remember that as I explain what all goes on throughout the day. And for more clarification, from sixth through eight grade, they change classes kind of like in high school, except there is a 6th A, 6th B, 7th A, 7th B, and an 8th grade class split. They're not A and B days, but rather, splits of the classes during the day. You spent your day with one group all day, and each day was the same, minus Gym or Music class. Music was two days a week, and Gym was 3. Other than that, though, everyone had the same stuff in their group.
I was in group A my 6th grade year. I remember being with Nathan and Brad. Other than the three of us, there weren't many people in our group that I remember. Most of my time was spent talking to them, and chatting about random things. We had a lot of fun, minus first and second period. That was English/Liturature, taught by the same teacher, for an hour and thirty'ish. Boring stuff. Not much happened in that class all semester.
I forget most of the periods, or what I took, but I do remember a few of the events. Therefore, I'll just write what comes to memory, and update this accordingly... I'll see if I can't dig up a yearbook from this year or something... This is one of the 'dead years,' minus a few other details.
I remember this is when I started counceling with Mrs. Summers. She was our math teacher, and also a councelor in the school. Luckily for me, she didn't really ask too much of me with my past life... If I had told her any of this, Lord knows I'd have not been there, but rather, expelled from school for even mentioning not being "Pure" and all, what with the skinny dipping incident.
But yea, that was fun. She called me in during 8th period study hall on Fridays, and I had to talk about my week, what went on, and any problems that I had. This seemed to help a while, but after some time, it got old. Nothing new came up. I had nothing to add. Therefore, she said that I should only go up there when I really needed help.
Now you're wondering, why am I up there? Well, I still am not sure myself. All I know is that at the beginning of the year, Mrs. Hagenbach our principal, had a talk with me about going to see her over something that someone told her. I don't know who it is to this day, and I don't want to begin pointing fingers, as I can think of about a hundred different people that might have said something to her. Therefore, I'll just leave that subject alone.
So onto home life. This is about the time when my parents decided to get me a Nintendo 64 with Starfox for Christmas. Now I'm not a deserving kid to them, but they felt it was needed to keep me under control or something... Lord knows, my SNES was getting old. So this was a nice step up. At this point, I caught on quick, and found my real good skills in video games.
This was also the time where I hung out with my friend, Brett, a lot more. We had and still have a lot in common, even if he's two and a half years younger than me. We've been friends for years now, and still will be for a long time to come. His sister, Angel, I had a small crush on for a while, but I'm pretty much over that now. She was and still is a cool friend, but we're into different things now. But even with that said, we're cool, y'know? It's nice to have a friend, even if they're different than you, 'cause they can bail you out of weird situations (As she and I have both found out on different occasions.)
So with a couple new friends, the year went OK... Not much went on beyond that... At least, not that I've realized... I'll fill in the blanks later.
So onto seventh grade. Wewt. A year of major changes. We got a new teacher in the buildings, Mrs. Speers. She's such a royal pain in the rear, if you know what I mean? No talking during homeroom (At the start of the day when you first get there), no having fun, no going to the bathroom unless you're going to die... You know the drill. But yea, she sucked. But more on that later...
I was really tweaked even more about some other stuff. First, was the fact that we lost the coolest English teacher that ever graced Our Lady of Lourdes school: Mr. Lowery. He actually had FUN with the class when he taught. He'd be like "Ok. Sentance diagraming..." *Awwwws fill the room* "No, it's not bad. You don't need this skill for later life. I'm only doing this to prepare you... For the ultimate sudden death amazing ultra cool diagram of death contest, where the losers that can't diagram are forced to eat from the blacktop after school in front of all their peers." Trust me, if you don't know what sentance diagraming is, it sucks. But it was sooo much fun with him, because it was just... I don't know, awesome! Lowery had a little stuffed ring-tailed lemur named "Sparky" in his classroom, and that was his class pet. Everyday, he'd be in a new place, and we all could swear he was real... It was hilarious! But the sad part was he wasn't there this year. That meant ANOTHER year of boring ol' Mrs. Kershaw... Ugh... I despised her. If you say her name in a funny voice, you get "Mrs. Cole Slaw." I swear, that was her nickname for the rest of our time there. But ugh, it sucked.
So we lost Lowery. The rest of the teachers were the same... Gym sucked again, too. I didn't say much about our gym teacher, only because I didn't remember his name. And truthfully, I'm still not sure what his name was... But I remember all we did was kickball 24/7. That, and wiffle ball. God, I hate any form of wiffles and balls now... Or any combination thereof. Kickball wasn't bad, except when he'd pick teams with all the best kickers on one team, and the rest on the other... It was so boring... Either we'd have a billion runs or none... It was horrible. I was a 'decent' kicker... I can get it out there and have noone catch it. But in my seventh grade year, I was a little slower than usual... This was due to having no bike for 90% of it, after it got stolen (Again). I fell out of shape, and sucked. So yea, gym was bad.
After a bit of the year went by, my grades droped faster than an apalectic in a room full of strobe lights... It was horrendous. I eventually averaged out to about a C-D average. Yea, that wasn't NEAR my best year. I actually think it was worse than my 6th grade year. But other than that, the only class I had luck in was religion, which was taught by Sr. Myra
Background: Sr. Myra hates everyone except the ones that try, or answer "Be nice to everyone" on every question of her test. I was the latter, of course, because I didn't try at all in school. She's such a hard*** to others, too, which was bad, but you got used to it. She saw great things in me, so she eventually said "You should go into the priesthood" and all that jazz *Does the musical number, and realizes that "All that Jazz" isn't part of this... Continuing on...* So that was an OK class. She was really nice to me, and helped me out with any problems. I think she's the main reason I kept going with school and life and all for a while. Although she was a bit harsh on the outside, she really cared, and answered all my questions when I needed them answered... Not neseceraly when I asked, but when I needed them. That helped.
Hmmm... What else happened... Oh, another person I cared about, Jake, who lived in my neighborhood passed away. He was really cool to me, but I didn't know him as well as some other people. I do remember him well, though, because he always wanted me, Brett, and Luke to head on some jumps down by the park on our bikes... It was fun. But although that was about the only time we hung out, so yea, even a small death hurts. That took me out for a week or so of reality, and into my side world of nothing...
Oh, but I finally learned the glory of Starcraft after school was out that year... God, that was fun... Blowing things up... Nuking the living hell out of things... Killing mindless enemies over and over... Yes, that was a time sucker. I can truely say it's one of my top five life suckers, along with Secret of Mana on the SNES, FF3 on the SNES, Super Smash Brothers on the N64, and All the Zeldas put together (I can't pick one... They're all time suckers to me). I spent at least 8 hours a day on that, online and offline on our horrible 56k modem on AOL, which only reached a max of about 14.4 speed... But God, it was fun... Expecially since noone had cable, and AOL lagged everyone to the same speed.
But other than that, summer was dull, again. I did get to see a few more female body parts more than I should have between my ex-friends Lindsay, Stephanie, Karina, and another girl whom I forget the name of... It'll hit me eventually, but meh. They all liked sunbathing down at the park, and when they thought noone was around, they'd go topless and bottomless for a 'perfect tan' when they needed it. But little did they know, binoculars and a barn loft = good hiding spot. Expecially when it's less than a quarter mile away... Oh God, it was fun for a while...
Oh, but that was the wasp hunting season. I even remember the death toll: 7 nests, 40 or so wasps. It was chaotic.
Luke's barn had so many wasps that lived in or near it... His house had a ton... We had to stop them, as Colton and I hated them (Colton's not really important... Nothing to say about him other than he's Luke's friend), so we decided to take them down. Let's just say a Super Soaker 300, Super Soaker 2000, Super Soaker 3000, and a few other misc. squirt guns can take out wasps and their nests from wherever they're lodged. We annialated every last one, myself getting the most wasps (I counted about 20, with my SS 2000), and Luke got the most nests (He got 5 of the 7. I got one, and Brett got one, although I still say I got two, because one nest was actually inside an old water pump thing in his backyard that wasn't used anymore...I squirted inside there for a while, and a few wasps eventually tumbled out... Heh...), so that was interesting...
Summer also brought the game of the century... Super Smash Brothers. Let's just say within two weeks of that coming out, noone bought it except Brett and I. Noone else thought anything of it... But after another two months, it became the hottest item. Brett and I were masters by the time they got it. We'd go 3 on 1 vs us, and every single time, minus two, I or Brett one. The only two times were when I was on the 3 team with a mediocre character, and the other was when Brett vs'ed two people he hadn't faced before. They murdered him. Although he did get them down to 1 life apiece in a 5 life stock... Heh...
But yea, that game murdered all of us, pretty much. Brett and I found our love for the Ocean and Golden Kirby's, respectively. I was the radiant sun, while he cooled them down with his oceany goodness (Yes, we actually said that). Trust me, noone has EVER beaten us as a team from that neighborhood. And to this day, my record vs. Brett stands somewhere in the hundreds category. Last I checked, I was beating him about a 5:4 ratio. It's close, but not enough. I had a little edge on him, with faster reflexes, and knowledge of moves. If he had either of those, we'd be tied. But yes, we murdered all. It was fun.
So onto eighth grade year. This year'll take a while, so I'm actually going to designate it as it's OWN category. TONS of things happened here, which you'll see how they've impacted me so far in my life. I'm thinking off the top of my head, and there's one... two... three... four things at LEAST that have affected me, even today, which I'll share in due time.
Until then, enjoy my life!
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Enjoy this part! Please, feedback is accepted, but remember, I've lived this, so advice is kind of redundant... o.O
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
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Ok. So I've heard a lot of comments this far into it, but be prepared for the 'juiciest' part this far. I really feel this is the part that changed my life the most, so bear with me. I might even post this thing in parts, so don't be surprised if I leave you on a cliffhanger.
Also, don't be surprised if it's hard for me to type... I'll fill in gaps as they come, but the following events will be the big ones: The grade itself, the dance, my first grader, my eight grader (You'll understand when I get to it), my life changing second experience, my trip to Disney World in the summer, the move, and there's probably a few more...
But all of those events will be big. Really big. The biggest ones of all are the first/eighth grader ordeal and the move. Those... Those were real big... I can still remember every detail about them... And trust me, it's going to be hard. Really hard to type it. If you ever, EVER cared for someone in your life, you'll relate to me. A lot. Right now. It involves life and death, and some of it can and probably will shock you. Be prepared.
And with that, I'm going to post this much, as you're reading it now. After this point, I'm not turning back. I will not do another thing (Besides changing my music, which is very important when I write this... It helps me both focus, and keep my mind clear) until this is fully typed. Eighth grade will be kind of the climax. I don't think there's as many events, nor experiences than what will fill the next twenty pages of my notepad document/the forum. Be prepared... To enter my realm of mind... The point where I realize who I am... And realize what I'm going to possibly do...
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
-Edit- Due to a 40,00 character limit (And my next message pushing it to something like 42,000 or whatever, this has been moved to the next post. -End edit-
The reason I'm posting this, as I feel that everyone should know what my life's been like so far. I've done tons of things, and gone tons of places. Therefore, I feel that everyone should know how my life's gone. There's a lot of things that some people can relate to, and probably some that noone can relate to. But in any case, I present to you, so far completed: My life story, in text format.
Anything posted here is freely able to be discussed. I would like no arguments, and no assumptions, please. If you have a question, feel free to post it, or even PM me or talk to me on a messanger. All my names are listed within my profile.
And if anyone wants to talk to me in private about any of the issues in here, and how I dealt with them in detail, I'll be glad to help anyone with trouble. Trust me, I've been around long enough to know about some details of how to help out people.
So without further adeu, here's my life story, thus far completed. Expect updates soon, as I want to fill in new details. Whenever I do, I'll be sure to point them out.
------Life Story------
Name: Lawrence Michael Meyers (Larry for short, named after my Godfather)
Age: 18
Birthday: September 1, 1986 (Labor day)
Kindergarden-8th grade: Our Lady of Lourdes private Catholic school (Or OLOL for short)
High School: Illiopolis High School
College: Eastern Illinois University
Current major: Computer Science (Switching to undecided)
Aspirations: Sky diving, finding the perfect wife, saving myself for her, learning how to NOT cuss as much, and eventually not at all.
Highs: Good to talk to, helpful, always ready to try something new, good at public speaking, ready to meet new friends.
Lows: Bad past expirences, regret, making bad choices spur of the moment, thinking too hard, holding a grudge longer than needed.
Best friends: Nathan, Aaron, Megan
Close friends online (No offense to everyone else, but these are the ones I hold in high regards, behind the rest): OnyxDragonfly, ProtossChick99, Lord Viscount, BSTRhino, ZeroDarkStar, King_Templar
Behind that, though, is everyone else in Warboards.
My life's had ups and downs. A lot I've learned from, and a lot I haven't. Trust me, I feel as though everything I've done had a purpose, but a lot of it I still wish I had or hadn't done when I had the chance... Let's start back at the beginning... Not REALLY far back, but back when life was REALLY starting... Just before Kindergarden...
I finally realized life at about age 4 or so. I just turned 4, and of course, was a happy kid. My parents were nice (As far as I remember... o.O), and it was swell. I was at my babysitter's for a while, and she needed to run some errands... Well, she takes us out to her car, and gets us in. We get buckled in (Thank God...) and start going.
About halfway into the trip, I can see out from my carseat orange cones. I didn't know what they were about... I was only 4. All I do remember, though, is feeling a really big bump, and then waking up on a cold night. I was told that I had passed out for nearly two days, and finally woke up. I had serious trauma to my back and head. If I hadn't been buckled in, I would have either died, or been paralyzed...
Basically, my babysitter got fired, was fined, and ended up paying for me and my friend's (Who acutally was next to me, and suffered less injury than I had) injuries. All in all, that's how my back got so screwed up today. I can still feel my back hurting, even as I type this... Trust me, not a pleasant feeling...
Anyways, so that's how my life started off on the wrong foot. Well anyways, we moved from our apartment at that time into a small house. We lived at 1404 Ravina Park Road in Decatur, IL. Trust me, it was a NICE neighborhood then.. Just a cheap 32000 dollar house, though... It was rather cheap... This was all when I was 5. I had just met my new friends, Nathan and Andy. Nathan's still my friend for life... You'll see why later in these posts... Anyways, Andy was my other friend. He got on my nerves once in a while, but he was with me as a kid, so he understood me.
Anyways, back to the story. We went to the same babysitter then (New one), and we had a great time together. We all loved Lego's (Who didn't as a kid?), we all loved playing games, and snacks were 'Teh pwnage' as you might say... Anyways, we had a good time. At the time, I went to Our Lady of Lourdes catholic school. The tuition there was a mother stuffer to pay, but in the end, I guess was worth it...
So there's two kindergarden classes there. The AM group, and PM group. Andy and Nathan were in the AM, and I was in the PM. We still hung out at the babysitters, but we didn't really talk about our days. We just had each other's friendship. Well, in my class (PM), I was concidered the 'Outcast child' because my parents weren't rich, and I didn't fit in. Oh well. I was raised differently than the rest of them. I didn't lie. I didn't cheat. I told the truth when asked. You know, basic things? Well, those kids didn't do that. I got screwed...
Well then this new girl moves in, SP will be her name... Those are her initials, but I would like to keep her real name confidential for now. Anyways, SP and I were just friends, but that was my first crush. And I had that crush up until 8th grade graduation, when she basically told me off and treated me like dirt. Figures that even though I was nice to her for... Nevermind, that story will come later...
Anyways, she was my first crush, and we were OK together. I tried to be nice to her, invite her to my 5th B-day party that year and such. Well, she was cool with it, along with her friends, SY and AB. They will also remain anonnymous. Anyways, those three hung out all the years, and are still friends, last I checked...
But anyways, those were fun times. Except for the parts where the kids would blame me for things, and I'd get in trouble. Then they'd call my parents... Then I'd get in more trouble. My own parents didn't even believe me. Oh well. Guess that's what happens when the teacher believes other students over you, only because they are richer than you are. Meh... Life blows...
Oh, and did I mention the part where other kids walked all over me? Yea, I was a nice person then, and still think I am now. But I mean, back then I gave them parts of my snacks. Not talking one or two of your 10 crackers... But I mean, if you were hungry, I gave them all, and went starving. Oh well.
That year was OK, but it gets better...
First grade! Yay! Big times.. Uniforms even... Oh yea... Great...
Well, I came in at 5, and turned 6 Sept. 1 (Cutoff date for school. Apparently, I was smart enough to start early... So I did...) which I was made fun of, because I was the youngest. Well, of course, the teacher didn't like me, because I wasn't rich still, and I lost confidence in myself. She treated me like dirt, and that was fun. So I didn't do my work. Back then, it was minor consiquences, but still, it added up... (5 points off homework if you didn't do it. Let's just say of all the assignments through first grade.. A number stands out. That number being 124. That's how many -5's I got. Yea, shows how much I hated myself then.)
Well that year was worse than kindergarden... But at least I had a new friend. At OLOL (That's how I'm going to write Our Lady of Lourdes from now on), there's a tradition of an 8th grader picking a first grader, and being their best friend. Well, I got a nice man named Andy Dawson. He was really neat, and I loved him as a brother. Well, whenever they had events and such, he was there. He was nice to me, and it was fun. But guess what? When May crowning came around (Big event at our school), he wasn't there. I asked the teacher, Mrs. Burrass (My best friend, Andy's mom... Not my 8th Grader's), and she said something like 'Oh... Well... Um... He's sick... He can't be here today.' Well guess what? He ran away from school. He got suspended for something he did, and couldn't take it. He skipped. So I had to walk with some other person I didn't know down the aisle. And I felt bad when they said 'Aww, that kid's so cute. Him and his 8th grader look so nice together.'
I didn't have the heart to turn and tell them 'SHE'S NOT MY 8TH GRADER!' although I screamed it in my head. Don't get me wrong, I was in 1st grade, but for being that young, I felt I was very mature. I knew how to keep my calm.. At least then I did...
So anyways, first grade blew big time...
Second grade time... Yea... Fun...
More of the same. I'm not rich, they are. My still arch-rival, Brad Reilly (DIE YOU... YOU... BLANKETY BLANK BLANK!... ERm... Yea... Um... I don't like him... Trust me, I know the forum rules, but I seriously dislike this kid with a passion. I know he's going to hell when he dies, because of all the pain he put me through. More on this later as well.) was there... I remembered him from 1st grade, but he was in another class. We just talked at recess, and trust me, I cried a LOT then... This was worse.. He was in my class!
So anyways, I got in trouble more, because BR was a snitch. I tried to let it go by, but he kept getting me in trouble. I was really nice to him, all through this year, but it didn't help. And to make matters worse. I told him I liked SP, and he blabbed to her. She then realized that I was serious, and she instantly did that 'Eww' kind of thing... Yea, figures. That's when she officially tried to stay away from me.
Well that's just great. The possible love of my life hates me now, because someone said something. Great. Oh well.
*Wipes tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath* Whew... This is harder than I thought... I have those really deep feelings coming up... It's really hard to type this... Expecially knowing if my parents saw this, they wouldn't understand...
As a side note here, I want to say this:
If you know me, and I mean KNOW ME... You'd understand... My parents are good people, but to a point. They are the biggest hypocrite's (SP?) I've ever met. They say things like 'Don't give us attitude' in that attitudinal voice. THen they give me the line 'Anyone in this ****ing house isn't allowed to say one ****ed cuss word. If you say one, you're in deep ****. (You can fill in the blanks), and they expect me to believe it? Yea, right... That's just making my point stronger of why I dislike them a lot. They don't understand me, nor will they ever. I would rather take my own life to give someone a chance... Just a chance to have fun. I mean, if... Let's say this...
If some complete stranger's in the hospital, and they need a heart transplant. They realize that ONLY my heart would save that person. I would kill myself, by taking my own heart, and give it to them, just so they'd live.
That's an extreme version. At this point in my life, I wouldn't go THAT far, but you get the picture. My parents' attitude is:
Friends. Who needs them? If they help you, they do. Just say thank you and move on.
Well, tell me then, if you said 'Thank you' to Jesus and went on, would you go to church? Hah... Hypocrites at it's best... You understand, though...
*Will be continued at a later date*
I need sleep, and my parents are waking up. I don't want them to find this, nor find me typing it, so I'll continue this later. I'll pick up at the middle of 2nd grade then.
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
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Continued: Part 2 of my life. Never ending as it may be, I will try and make it have one...
So anyways, quick recap. Life's been not so great to this point, the girl I like now hates me, and the guy that I WAS friends with is now my worst enemy, and will be for life to even now.
So second grade kept going, even through the SP thing... Well, I remember a lot of things that happend, and a lot of them were minor. Getting pushed over a desk and noone getting in trouble. Getting slammed into a wall, hurting my back, and the P.E. teacher saying 'Oh, it's nothing, c'mon and play!' and then I kept playing, and fell over, because it hurt that much. Then the principal thought it was just me trying to make a joke. She sent a note to my parents, who tried to contact her and tell her about my back, and she said 'Well, he is fine now, isn't he? He was faking it. Etc. etc.' so that didn't work. Oh, and did I mention all the times I still didn't do my homework? In 2nd through 5th grade, if you didn't turn an assignment in, it was an automatic 20 points off, taking the grade to an 80% C. Yea, my grades all were C's that year. I didn't miss that much, but I just didn't ever turn anything in on time. I was dirt that year, and then came 3rd year... One of my actual favorites...
Third grade wasn't as bad as the last two. I had a really cool teacher. She was my second favorites of all my teachers that I had in life. She was really nice, understood about me, and was just all over nice. Even when I didn't turn something in, she'd make a deal like 'If you clean out your desk, and make it spotless, I'll let it slip by... and such. That year, my grades were all B/A, so I couldn't complain. BR wasn't in my class, but in another one. That was great, so I didn't have to deal with him. SP wasn't in my class, so I wasn't tempted by her. Life was OK that year for once. Not too much really bad happend...
I'll just skip to 4th grade. This is the big one. Just as I had my birthday, life sucked again. I met some kids in the neighborhood. They were nice when I first met them back near the end of 2nd grade, and the past year was cool. We'd hang out, play on their Sega, my Super Nintendo, or something. And then we'd play basketball, which I'm afraid to say, I still suck to this day at... Well anyways, this year they found out about Cigarettes and drugs... Yea, they tried the stuff out, and liked it, sadly enough... Well, anyways, I turned them down plenty of times. Lord knows he was there beside me.
One of my friends, though, Luke... He was nice about it. He smoked, but that was it. He knew it was bad, and I explained about it. He had the guts, though, to not smoke in front of me, and not tempt me. I know it's sometimes hard for smokers not to tempt and smoke all the time, but he was different. To this day, he's one of my friends, and we still talk once in a while on the phone, or whenever I go to some of my other friends' houses. Well Luke and I got along, but none of the other friends did. I was still the outcast there.
After a while, I got beat up in the park in our neighborhood, just a eighth or so mile from my house. It scarred me for life. The one who beat me up, though, was just in the news. I forget how to spell his name... I think it's Cortez or something, but he beat me up then, and in this past year over at MacArther school, he shot another student. He's in Juvi for that, and I hope he stays there. He tries to be a smooth talker, but it doesn't work. Anyways, he beat me up, and threatened to kill me. I was like 'Oh my gosh... Why?' and he said 'Because you don't fit in, and you never will, blah blah blah' etc. Well that wasn't neat for me, so I pulled a knife out, and went to the park. I hid under some trees and such, and then was about to slit my wrist. About that time, Luke came by, so I threw the knife into the woods. He wondered what was up with me, but I didn't tell him. Later on, I went back for the knife, but someone had picked it up. I'm not sure who, but I still haven't found it to this day...
Anyways, that was my first suicide attempt...
Give me a second to take a breather... I'll post more in a couple hours... *Takes some deep breaths*
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
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Time for part 3 of my life...
So where did I leave off... Oh, right... The first of a few times I tried to kill myself... Here we go from there...
Near the end of fourth grade, life wasn't great. I nearly killed myself, and really don't like the thought of living at this point. I figured if everyone hated me, why be here? I still wonder that today, but I do remember: There is always one person that loves me no matter what. God. He's been there through rough times. And I may have cursed at Him, and hated him, but I've come back to Him. Now, though, I've changed.
But really, life wasn't THAT bad... I still had Nathan there for me. We hung out a lot. We'd go to the mall once in a while. My mom'd go over, pick him up, then we'd get dropped off at the mall for a couple hours and walk around. It was kind of fun. Of course, though, neither of us flirted like we do today... But that's beside the point. Point is, I still had some good times.
Oh gosh, here we go... Summertime again...
Found out this summer that we were becoming more and more poor. My dad didn't have that great of jobs. Eventually, though, he found a job nearly 150 miles away. He stayed there a LOT of the time. I barely ever saw him. Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate it. I liked it sometimes. No yelling at me. No yelling at my mom. No late night waking up to find him getting ready for work... Silence. My mom enjoyed it a little too. One less person to cook for... But trust me, my mom, although less strict than my dad... She cracked down on me...
Yea, that sucked. That and the fact that one of my friends nearly killed THEMSELVES... Oh, and he took a shot at one of my ex friends. At the time, I said 'Serves them right' but now that I think about it, it was really bad. I remember hearing the shot at Lukes... We were sitting up in his barn loft (Yes, in the middle of a town, there was still a barn... I'll have to get a picture of it sometime, if they haven't torn it down like they said they would...), and I just heard a loud BANG from over at the park. Then I saw my ex friend taking off on a bike towards another part of the neighborhood.
That was a weird summer. A lot of weird things happend. Including a tornado! I forgot! *Skip back to middle of fourth grade a second* This was the year of a really bad tornado. At least I thought it was that year.. It was either 4th or 5th. I'm pretty sure fourth, though, because it happend during a tornado season where we had to hide in the hallways at school, and we were down in the west wing. Whatever the case, God spared me. We had to hide in our basement when it came. My parents suggested one corner, but there was too much glass there, and I said 'I'm not going over there.' and I hid in another corner, where I pulled a big bed covering thingy over me. My parents got mad, but found themselves crawling in with me. About ten seconds later, it was over, and we were in total dust. We walk over, and find our CHIMNEY where we would have been. I am called the hero, but I think God did that to me...
Well whatever the case, after the tornado, the neighborhood became a slum. From a nice place, to a slum in a matter of seconds. It was horrible. I had 4 bikes stolen in that neighborhood after it. I don't remember the exact times. I could go into detail about them, but it wasn't great, trust me. Another thing my parents said I was a bad child for, since they got stolen... EVEN WHILE CHAINED UP IN OUR GARAGE... -.-'
Well after fourth grade, and that tornado *Like I said, I think it was that year... I'm pretty sure it was. If not, it was next year... Either way, it sucked x.x*, I became a fifth grader. Lots of crud happend that year that I don't like telling people about.
Now what I tell you... Be warned, this is the first time I have ever told anyone online about this... So be blessed in hearing it.
Fifth grade. About two weeks into it, I got a call to the office. I wasn't doing great to start the year off, but I knew right off it wasn't about grades. I didn't know what had happened, but I got that chill... Like you know something was wrong... I went into the office, and the principal sat me down. She turned to me and said 'You remember Andy Dawson right?' I nodded, and asked what had happend. She pulled a tissue, and handed it to me. Then she said 'Well... I'm sorry, but your eighth grader... He... Killed himself today...' and then she turned away in tears. I broke down. I cried. I slammed my fist on her desk. I loved him like a brother, and now he's gone. I remember telling myself 'It's OK.. It's OK...' and I went back to homeroom. I cried even more there. Then they announced it on the intercom. After that, my class didn't even talk to me that day. I was in too cruddy of mood. I stayed in during recess. It was bad. That whole year was a blur past that... But I do remember that being the cause of it. All I know is that my grades averaged out to like a C or something... Meh... It was a bad year.
After fifth grade, I met a girl in my neighborhood...
*EXTREME NOTE*Be warned, some of you may not expect this of me, but I will admit to everything that happend here and now. The first and hopefully ONLY time I will ever say it on a site. And I'm sorry if it breaks rules, but seeing as how I'm telling myself to type this, I want you to know everything about me and how I lived.*END NOTE*
This girl was really nice to me, and I liked her. She was my first girlfriend. We hung out a bit that first day we went out. Heck, we even hung out at my house (This is during the summer after fifth grade, by the way if you need time). But one day...
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One day we went down to the pond. Just me and her. She taught me how to make out that day. Oh yea, that was great. But after that... After that we went skinny dipping. I remember enjoying it... Nothing happend, but I did have that childish thing going on. I recently learned what 'Sex' was and what female organs were... I told myself no. This was the first time I remember seeing a female part in my life IN PERSON. It wasn't the last, but it was the 'Best' in my opinion, because she told me about females. I learned a lot about women from her in that day. But I regret some of it. The skinny dipping, I regret. The TOUCHING of her... I regret. I touched her in some places I shouldn't have, and she touched me in places she shouldn't have and I shouldn't have let her. And I knew it then. Nothing was done. NO kind of sex was preformed, thank God. The next day, though, she said to me: "So you've seen me. What did you think? Do you want to go farther?" and that's when I realized 'Ok, too far' and I said 'No. I'm done with you. Sorry.' and walked away. I dumped her. That's the only girlfriend I ever dumped in my life. It was horrible in some ways, but a blessing in others. I really thought we could be together, but I found out a few years ago she is now a hooker, has kids, and does drugs. Shows how well a child's mind works...
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And that's the part I will end with tonight. I'm in tears for what I've just typed. I'm sorry if any of this is against forum rules, but my I also remind you... You know what I've been through. Be blessed that I have told ANY of this to you. At least you can see how my life went, and how I became what I am. The next part I place won't and shouldn't be as bad. That's the only sexual encounter I have had in my life. That's all there will be. PC, if you feel it's too much, just delete it out, and ban me if you feel nesseccery. But like I've said before... This is my life, this is what I've lived, and this is what made me.
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And there you have it. Thus far, what my life's been like. I'll be sure to update it soon.
If you're wondering what all the side comments about posting, etc. are, it was because I posted this on another forum, and spoke to Gracie about what to edit in or out. If there's any confusion, my apologies. I'll be sitting here a while, waiting for a few responses.
Please, keep this civil. And if anyone else feels like posting their life story anytime soon, please speak to AJ first about it, and see if he wants it within a new thread or not... I didn't think to ask him about that, but just in case, talk to him about it.
Thanks for taking the time to read it, and realize how my life's gone through what I've stated.
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
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Part 4
So fifth grade's gone a bit weird. Through all the homework, people in the neighborhood, and the rest, it's hard... Really is... Trust me when I say that I wasn't expecting what happened in sixth grade. But more on that in a while...
So I found out later on that my best friend, Luke, likes the girl that I mentioned earlier, and we get into an argument about it just before this year starts... Great way to start, no? I liked this girl who's bad news, so I feel like flipping out on her, but him liking her? I didn't see that coming... Ugh... So he freaks out like "Dude, I like this girl a lot. And you just dumped her? What are you thinking!" So I have to explain to him the whole ordeal on this... Fun stuff... So now I have to explain to him why this girl's bad news. So I try...
After a few hours of talking, he eventually freaks out on me with "You don't know what you're talking about! She's cool, funny, and plays video games with us!" "Yea, but she's bad news other than that..." "Whatever man..." And after that, we didn't talk for a little while. Maybe a couple weeks. But I do know he found out the hard way she's not good. He came to my door a day or two before school and apologized. He came in, and we played with some legos for a while. I remember it vividly, because that was the one time we used every single lego I owned to create some really huge robot thing. It was quite awesome, although it took up like a quarter of my wall space x.x
So about that time, sixth grade started. Now I've mentioned that I went to a private school, so remember that as I explain what all goes on throughout the day. And for more clarification, from sixth through eight grade, they change classes kind of like in high school, except there is a 6th A, 6th B, 7th A, 7th B, and an 8th grade class split. They're not A and B days, but rather, splits of the classes during the day. You spent your day with one group all day, and each day was the same, minus Gym or Music class. Music was two days a week, and Gym was 3. Other than that, though, everyone had the same stuff in their group.
I was in group A my 6th grade year. I remember being with Nathan and Brad. Other than the three of us, there weren't many people in our group that I remember. Most of my time was spent talking to them, and chatting about random things. We had a lot of fun, minus first and second period. That was English/Liturature, taught by the same teacher, for an hour and thirty'ish. Boring stuff. Not much happened in that class all semester.
I forget most of the periods, or what I took, but I do remember a few of the events. Therefore, I'll just write what comes to memory, and update this accordingly... I'll see if I can't dig up a yearbook from this year or something... This is one of the 'dead years,' minus a few other details.
I remember this is when I started counceling with Mrs. Summers. She was our math teacher, and also a councelor in the school. Luckily for me, she didn't really ask too much of me with my past life... If I had told her any of this, Lord knows I'd have not been there, but rather, expelled from school for even mentioning not being "Pure" and all, what with the skinny dipping incident.
But yea, that was fun. She called me in during 8th period study hall on Fridays, and I had to talk about my week, what went on, and any problems that I had. This seemed to help a while, but after some time, it got old. Nothing new came up. I had nothing to add. Therefore, she said that I should only go up there when I really needed help.
Now you're wondering, why am I up there? Well, I still am not sure myself. All I know is that at the beginning of the year, Mrs. Hagenbach our principal, had a talk with me about going to see her over something that someone told her. I don't know who it is to this day, and I don't want to begin pointing fingers, as I can think of about a hundred different people that might have said something to her. Therefore, I'll just leave that subject alone.
So onto home life. This is about the time when my parents decided to get me a Nintendo 64 with Starfox for Christmas. Now I'm not a deserving kid to them, but they felt it was needed to keep me under control or something... Lord knows, my SNES was getting old. So this was a nice step up. At this point, I caught on quick, and found my real good skills in video games.
This was also the time where I hung out with my friend, Brett, a lot more. We had and still have a lot in common, even if he's two and a half years younger than me. We've been friends for years now, and still will be for a long time to come. His sister, Angel, I had a small crush on for a while, but I'm pretty much over that now. She was and still is a cool friend, but we're into different things now. But even with that said, we're cool, y'know? It's nice to have a friend, even if they're different than you, 'cause they can bail you out of weird situations (As she and I have both found out on different occasions.)
So with a couple new friends, the year went OK... Not much went on beyond that... At least, not that I've realized... I'll fill in the blanks later.
So onto seventh grade. Wewt. A year of major changes. We got a new teacher in the buildings, Mrs. Speers. She's such a royal pain in the rear, if you know what I mean? No talking during homeroom (At the start of the day when you first get there), no having fun, no going to the bathroom unless you're going to die... You know the drill. But yea, she sucked. But more on that later...
I was really tweaked even more about some other stuff. First, was the fact that we lost the coolest English teacher that ever graced Our Lady of Lourdes school: Mr. Lowery. He actually had FUN with the class when he taught. He'd be like "Ok. Sentance diagraming..." *Awwwws fill the room* "No, it's not bad. You don't need this skill for later life. I'm only doing this to prepare you... For the ultimate sudden death amazing ultra cool diagram of death contest, where the losers that can't diagram are forced to eat from the blacktop after school in front of all their peers." Trust me, if you don't know what sentance diagraming is, it sucks. But it was sooo much fun with him, because it was just... I don't know, awesome! Lowery had a little stuffed ring-tailed lemur named "Sparky" in his classroom, and that was his class pet. Everyday, he'd be in a new place, and we all could swear he was real... It was hilarious! But the sad part was he wasn't there this year. That meant ANOTHER year of boring ol' Mrs. Kershaw... Ugh... I despised her. If you say her name in a funny voice, you get "Mrs. Cole Slaw." I swear, that was her nickname for the rest of our time there. But ugh, it sucked.
So we lost Lowery. The rest of the teachers were the same... Gym sucked again, too. I didn't say much about our gym teacher, only because I didn't remember his name. And truthfully, I'm still not sure what his name was... But I remember all we did was kickball 24/7. That, and wiffle ball. God, I hate any form of wiffles and balls now... Or any combination thereof. Kickball wasn't bad, except when he'd pick teams with all the best kickers on one team, and the rest on the other... It was so boring... Either we'd have a billion runs or none... It was horrible. I was a 'decent' kicker... I can get it out there and have noone catch it. But in my seventh grade year, I was a little slower than usual... This was due to having no bike for 90% of it, after it got stolen (Again). I fell out of shape, and sucked. So yea, gym was bad.
After a bit of the year went by, my grades droped faster than an apalectic in a room full of strobe lights... It was horrendous. I eventually averaged out to about a C-D average. Yea, that wasn't NEAR my best year. I actually think it was worse than my 6th grade year. But other than that, the only class I had luck in was religion, which was taught by Sr. Myra
Background: Sr. Myra hates everyone except the ones that try, or answer "Be nice to everyone" on every question of her test. I was the latter, of course, because I didn't try at all in school. She's such a hard*** to others, too, which was bad, but you got used to it. She saw great things in me, so she eventually said "You should go into the priesthood" and all that jazz *Does the musical number, and realizes that "All that Jazz" isn't part of this... Continuing on...* So that was an OK class. She was really nice to me, and helped me out with any problems. I think she's the main reason I kept going with school and life and all for a while. Although she was a bit harsh on the outside, she really cared, and answered all my questions when I needed them answered... Not neseceraly when I asked, but when I needed them. That helped.
Hmmm... What else happened... Oh, another person I cared about, Jake, who lived in my neighborhood passed away. He was really cool to me, but I didn't know him as well as some other people. I do remember him well, though, because he always wanted me, Brett, and Luke to head on some jumps down by the park on our bikes... It was fun. But although that was about the only time we hung out, so yea, even a small death hurts. That took me out for a week or so of reality, and into my side world of nothing...
Oh, but I finally learned the glory of Starcraft after school was out that year... God, that was fun... Blowing things up... Nuking the living hell out of things... Killing mindless enemies over and over... Yes, that was a time sucker. I can truely say it's one of my top five life suckers, along with Secret of Mana on the SNES, FF3 on the SNES, Super Smash Brothers on the N64, and All the Zeldas put together (I can't pick one... They're all time suckers to me). I spent at least 8 hours a day on that, online and offline on our horrible 56k modem on AOL, which only reached a max of about 14.4 speed... But God, it was fun... Expecially since noone had cable, and AOL lagged everyone to the same speed.
But other than that, summer was dull, again. I did get to see a few more female body parts more than I should have between my ex-friends Lindsay, Stephanie, Karina, and another girl whom I forget the name of... It'll hit me eventually, but meh. They all liked sunbathing down at the park, and when they thought noone was around, they'd go topless and bottomless for a 'perfect tan' when they needed it. But little did they know, binoculars and a barn loft = good hiding spot. Expecially when it's less than a quarter mile away... Oh God, it was fun for a while...
Oh, but that was the wasp hunting season. I even remember the death toll: 7 nests, 40 or so wasps. It was chaotic.
Luke's barn had so many wasps that lived in or near it... His house had a ton... We had to stop them, as Colton and I hated them (Colton's not really important... Nothing to say about him other than he's Luke's friend), so we decided to take them down. Let's just say a Super Soaker 300, Super Soaker 2000, Super Soaker 3000, and a few other misc. squirt guns can take out wasps and their nests from wherever they're lodged. We annialated every last one, myself getting the most wasps (I counted about 20, with my SS 2000), and Luke got the most nests (He got 5 of the 7. I got one, and Brett got one, although I still say I got two, because one nest was actually inside an old water pump thing in his backyard that wasn't used anymore...I squirted inside there for a while, and a few wasps eventually tumbled out... Heh...), so that was interesting...
Summer also brought the game of the century... Super Smash Brothers. Let's just say within two weeks of that coming out, noone bought it except Brett and I. Noone else thought anything of it... But after another two months, it became the hottest item. Brett and I were masters by the time they got it. We'd go 3 on 1 vs us, and every single time, minus two, I or Brett one. The only two times were when I was on the 3 team with a mediocre character, and the other was when Brett vs'ed two people he hadn't faced before. They murdered him. Although he did get them down to 1 life apiece in a 5 life stock... Heh...
But yea, that game murdered all of us, pretty much. Brett and I found our love for the Ocean and Golden Kirby's, respectively. I was the radiant sun, while he cooled them down with his oceany goodness (Yes, we actually said that). Trust me, noone has EVER beaten us as a team from that neighborhood. And to this day, my record vs. Brett stands somewhere in the hundreds category. Last I checked, I was beating him about a 5:4 ratio. It's close, but not enough. I had a little edge on him, with faster reflexes, and knowledge of moves. If he had either of those, we'd be tied. But yes, we murdered all. It was fun.
So onto eighth grade year. This year'll take a while, so I'm actually going to designate it as it's OWN category. TONS of things happened here, which you'll see how they've impacted me so far in my life. I'm thinking off the top of my head, and there's one... two... three... four things at LEAST that have affected me, even today, which I'll share in due time.
Until then, enjoy my life!
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Enjoy this part! Please, feedback is accepted, but remember, I've lived this, so advice is kind of redundant... o.O
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
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Ok. So I've heard a lot of comments this far into it, but be prepared for the 'juiciest' part this far. I really feel this is the part that changed my life the most, so bear with me. I might even post this thing in parts, so don't be surprised if I leave you on a cliffhanger.
Also, don't be surprised if it's hard for me to type... I'll fill in gaps as they come, but the following events will be the big ones: The grade itself, the dance, my first grader, my eight grader (You'll understand when I get to it), my life changing second experience, my trip to Disney World in the summer, the move, and there's probably a few more...
But all of those events will be big. Really big. The biggest ones of all are the first/eighth grader ordeal and the move. Those... Those were real big... I can still remember every detail about them... And trust me, it's going to be hard. Really hard to type it. If you ever, EVER cared for someone in your life, you'll relate to me. A lot. Right now. It involves life and death, and some of it can and probably will shock you. Be prepared.
And with that, I'm going to post this much, as you're reading it now. After this point, I'm not turning back. I will not do another thing (Besides changing my music, which is very important when I write this... It helps me both focus, and keep my mind clear) until this is fully typed. Eighth grade will be kind of the climax. I don't think there's as many events, nor experiences than what will fill the next twenty pages of my notepad document/the forum. Be prepared... To enter my realm of mind... The point where I realize who I am... And realize what I'm going to possibly do...
~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide
-Edit- Due to a 40,00 character limit (And my next message pushing it to something like 42,000 or whatever, this has been moved to the next post. -End edit-