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I wrote this story about my life when I was 18 years old. My mother was a single parent when she raised me and I think she did a pretty good job. Whenever I needed anything like, clothes, a new pair of shoes or tennis shoes, money to buy my lunch,or money to play video games with my friends she would always make sure that I got what I needed. What I liked most about my mom was that she never hardly bought herself anything to wear, because she didn't go out much except, to church or over to my grandmom's house. And since she worked as a dental assistant she did not need to by any clothes for work because, she wore uniforms to work everyday.And when she went out with her girlfriends she would mostly dressed casual.

I was born a black male, at San Francisco General Hospital on February 23, 1972. For the first seven years of my life, I lived in the housing projects in the Bayview Hunter's Point area which was located near the Hunter's Point Shipyard. My mother at that time was living with my grandmother, my four aunts, and my five uncles. So even though I was an only child, I was never really felt lonely. I can't remember hardly anything about the first seven years of my life but, I do remember some things like learning how to read when I was two years old and starting nursery school at the age of three. When I was five years old I attended Brett Harte Elementary School. When I entered into the third grade, I was placed in the G.A.T.E. (Gifted and Talented Education Program), a class with students who were at third grade level. I can't really remember anything else about elementary school except that the teachers were constantly telling me I had the ability to do twice as much work as the rest of the students in the class. Well, by that time I entered into middle school, my mother and I had moved into an apartment building in Oceanview which was a little ways from my grandma's house. Those were the lonely years of my life because I no longer lived with my mom's huge family. In 1983 I attended James Denman Middle School where I was also placed in the G.A.T.E. program but, this time I had all honors. At denman, I was known as the class clown because the only way I could make friends was to act really act silly and stupid. Since I was the only black taking honor classes, I never had any black friends because, they thought I was a nerd. So, I had to prove to them wrong by purposely flunking half of my classes. This didn't work because the majority of them

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