I am David.
I am eighteen.
I write, you read.
I am no longer surprised.
I’m just this little kid, living in a town you’ve never heard of in New York.
I’ve got to stand my ground.
This is me, trying to figure things out.
I started writing when I was nine years old. In elementary school we had an author come in every year and teach us about creative writing. It was my favorite part of the year when he visited us. I usually wrote around Halloween time for the next three years. Stories include “The Three Ghosts,” “The Halloween I Never Came Back,” and “Dark Day, Bright Night.” I no longer have these stories as I usually just threw them away after. I regret this.
During my freshman year of high school I started writing the first story I ever decided to keep. “Last Check In.” This story is currently finished, but I haven’t yet finished typing it up yet. I guess there’s a reason for that. One, I have trouble finishing stories. Two, it means too much to me to have it end (sentimental).
I don’t remember what my first poem was but as you can see, I can’t stop. People release their emotions in many different ways. Mine is with ink. “Where Emotions Are Extinguished With Ink.” I believe I break most of the stereotypes of writers. I was once asked, “Why don’t you take drugs, I hear it helps you become a better writer.” I believe I am a better writer because I don’t take drugs. Straight Edge has progressed me in life.
The time my writing took off. My mother died on February 12th, 2006. This was during my freshman year. She never got to read any of my writings. I now write for her. My depression was skyrocketing and I was lost in the world as it continued on. I chose writing over talking about my emotions. Of course becoming more in touch with God and Jesus helped to.
Creative writing class & Labyrinth magazine. Creative writing class in tenth grade was the first time I publicly revealed my writing. I got good reviews. Coming from friends and teachers that is. When I wrote “Animal Cruelty” I read it front of my class and I made everyone tear up. With enough persuasion and forcefulness, I submitted it to my school’s Labyrinth magazine, which is a collection of students poems, stories and art works. When my poem was published in the magazine, I got a lot of, “I liked your poem.” I had made it. -Ish.
My first song. I decided to take a hand at song writing when my friend Garrett had told me about how he was a musician but not much of a song writer. But before I could show him my first song I written “Since When Am I Dead?” he moved away. I decided to continue writing and I now have a collection of songs but no music to put them to. I plan on learning to play guitar in college.
Speaking of college. I was accepted to Medaille College in Buffalo, NY. Oh, you never heard of it? Not surprised. My guidance councilor at school has never heard about it. No one has. I found it while doing an online search of colleges with a Vet Tech major (I plan on being a vet.) Vet? That came out of left-field! No not really actually. I had always loved animals. It kills me whenever one is sick or injured. I want to become a vet, but being an author on the side would be a dream come true.
My future. I will be attending Medaille College in the fall of 2010. Majoring in Vet Tech, minoring in creative writing. That is all I got. Your guess is as good as mine on my future. Until My future becomes present this part is a place holder for the pre-mentioned future. Interesting that I can put words as my place holder for my future. Well see you in the future when this paragraph gets erased and replaced (that rhymed!) by what happens next in my life.
