The Pressure (FC)

I thought senior year would be light. But no, I was wrong. Senior year is actually way harder than I thought. Shockingly, I passed everything but gym out of all classes. I don't understand why we have to do so much work for gym, especially considering the fact that this is our senior year. This year is so stressful. I have to make sure I maintain a great GPA. I need to apply for colleges. This is a lot of pressure. I start to think about my future and I'm scared I will mess up and have to suffer for it later in my life. I just want to go to a good college, get a masters degree, get a career, and live a happy life. I need to make sure I prove myself this last year if I want to succeed.

Adoption - Free Choice

Some people ask "how come you don't really talk about being adopted?" I don't really answer. Truthfully I don't really talk about it because it makes me sad. I start to think about my mother, I start to think about my father, I never met neither one of them. When I think about it, I start to wonder why my mom did not want me. Then again there can be different reasons. She could have been at a young age when she had me and could not take care  or provide for me. She could have been scared and hid the pregnancy from her parents. I don't know. I can be a bit of a pessimist sometimes. When I think of my dad I picture him to be a fun person, somebody who doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks. Somebody who isn't afraid to express himself and somebody who just likes to make others laugh and feel happy. I picture him that way because I picture him to be like me, since I carry on characteristics from my parents. I picture my mom to have beautiful hair, a nice smile, and good looking, I mean, come on, look at me. Sometimes I don't always think about those things. Sometimes I look at people's parents and I can notice where they get their looks or characteristics from. Then I get sad because I never had the chance to resemble myself with own real parents. Hell, I don't even know what I am. I can be Asian, Puerto Rican, Irish, Filipino, etc. . . But then I start to think on the bright side. I start to think about what I have now. Then I become grateful. I have a great,  beautiful, loving, caring family. I am really appreciative of what I have. I can not thank my mother enough for giving me this family. I love my family. I'm happy for what I have. One day I will find my parents though. I want to figure out where I came from and the reasons why. But I love my family and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

Brazil! (FC)

A place of pure beauty. Beautiful people, beautiful beaches, just beautiful everything. During July of 2012 I traveled to Brazil. While I was there I was immersed into the culture, from dancing and playing capoeira to the sounds to the berimbau, to eating Brazilian's delicious food like beiju. I miss the bipolar waves at the beaches. I miss surfing, I miss speaking Portuguese, I miss Afro Reggae. I don't really miss the favelas, especially after seeing people selling and buying yayo, and a guy with a desert eagle. I had an experience of my life that I will never forget. This is my true happy place. I met my girlfriend on this trip also. I cant wait to go to Brazil again!

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