I'm sure, that when I was born everyone thought I was the cutest baby Alive. I had Thick, Black, curly hair, and was extremely fat. I am told I started talking at an incredibly young age, but that I was slow in crawling, standing, walking, and I refused to be potty trained. I was a very curious child who was, therefore, very inquisitive. I remember wanting to know the answers to everything. People were awestruck by me when I would engage in a political argument with an adult at age 5. I simply asked questions and repeated what was told to me by others.

My mom had a late start with me. She was 29 years old when she had me. My dad was age 41. My father had three children from a previous marriage when I was born. One of my hall sisters, Laura, identified more closely with my mom than her own. Laura lived with us throughout my childhood. One year after I was born came my little Sister, Melanie. She is extremely loud and obnoxious. She is sometimes helpful. She edited this paper. My older half sister, Laura, was 12 years old than I am. She took me everywhere she went. She graduated second in her class at Deer Park High School in Cincinnati, Ohio. I even, went to college with her. I enjoyed staying in the dormitory on weekends. My younger sister and I never got along very well, we constantly fought. Only recently I have learned to ignore her.

I went to a private Jewish elementary school in Cincinnati for first through third grades. I had a lot of trouble learning to read. When my teacher found out I was dyslexic, they put me in a specialized one on one English class. I learned to read but was very slow. I hated class but I loved recess. During recess and lunch I played football with my friends. I had a hard time catching the ball but once I did no one could tackle me, I remember being ecstatic when I had four touch-downs one recess. I must have thought I was Al Bundy. In Between third and fourth grades grades, I moved from Cincinnati to Alburquerque because my parents got a divorce. I attended Longfellow Elementary School for the remainder of elementary school. The only thing concerning school that changed was that I moved from, the slower reading and math groups to the gifted program. At that point I entered a very rebellious stage. I hated my mom and I told her so daily. I thought I was always right and had to have the last word on everything. I must have been a very hard child to raise.

I was just as difficult to deal with in middle school. My mom was constantly going to Jefferson for parent teacher conferences. they usually went something like this: "Edwin hasn't done any of his homework for the last two weeks. It concerns me that a young man with his potential is failing all of his classes." "I know. What can I do to motivate my lazy son? I've tried everything that I can think of I've grounded him: I've hit him: I've tried rewarding him with money, outings and games. What else can I do?"

Throughout elementary school, middle school and my freshman year, I was considered a nerd by all who knew me. I was extremely obese and had terrible acne. As a result, I had very few close friends. My peers teased me constantly. Because of this, I hated school. I understood why I was teased. My personality must have seemed offstandish, as I preferred to be by myself. When a teacher would ask a question, I would always chime in with the answer because I concluded that if I was not going to do homework, I had to kiss butt in order to pass each grade.

My personality and the way I interact with others have changed immensely since those bleak times of my life. I am now outgoing and will talk to almost anyone. I have a lot more friends now, even thought many people still view me as a nerd from previous years. If those people would get to know me know they would be surprised at the person I am today. I nave gotten over my childish habit of disagreeing just for the sake of it. I no longer have to have the last word in an argument. More Importantly, I try to avoid arguing all together. This is a big change from the child who constantly sought out arguments. My personality changes and a newly found preoccupation with appearance have greatly improved my social status. I am no longer a nerd of my youth.

At the end of my eighth grade year I decided to play football. I signed up when Coach Archuleta came to Jefferson on a recruiting trip. Even though I know almost nothing about the game, I decided that I had to play because I was so big. I was only 5'7'' tall but I weighed 207 pounds. I lost between one and three pounds per week for the entire time I played. I was the slowest guy on the team for summer workouts and had absolutely no skill. Only my size and determination to learn allowed me to start on both offense and defense. The Albuquerque High School Freshman football team went 0 and 8 for the 1995 season. We only scored eighteen points all season. In short, we were terrible. I played in the first seven massacres, but at that time grades came out and my grade point average of 1.0 prevented we from finishing the season. In February of that year I decided that I was going to run and lift weights everyday In order to make the varsity team this year. I told my 22 year old cousin, Angela, about my plans, and she cracked up laughing. She was so positive that I couldn't make varsity that she said she would buy me a letterman's jacket if I lettered. I dreamed of sitting the bench on a varsity unit. My work paid off and what had been unfathomable in February occurred in August. I started on the varsity offense. Angela is eating her words now and saving her Money. This year we went winless once again. My football win-loss record is depressingly standing at 0 and 21. The entire team is working hard in the weight room to prepare for next season. I am confident we will be good in the years to come.

This year I am trying a new sport. Wrestling is a vigorous and tiring sport which demands strength, endurance, knowledge, and both physical and mental speed. For the past two weeks I have been learning wrestling moves and conditioning myself for the sport. At this pint I love it. I am very good for a beginner. I will wrestle Junior Varsity instead of C Team like the rest of first year sophomores. I was surprised at how much thinking is necessary in Wrestling. I hope to do well in this year and those that follow.

Unlike many people my age, I know almost exactly what I want and what I must do to get there to achieve my goals, there is a lot of hard work ahead. From a very Young age I knew I had to graduate college: however. I did not want to do all the work which is required to reach this goal. I now realize that it is necessary to do well in high school in order to be accepted to a good college. I am currently working to rebuild a Grade Point Average which is very low. I plan to graduate high school with no less than a 3.7 grade point average. This is attainable if I get over my laziness and do my homework. I am going to apply for an ROTC scholarship to go to college. I want to major in either chemistry or psychology. After I get my bachelors degree, I will owe the Air force 5 years of service. I will get my PHD while in the military. I am willing to do all of this (including writing this autobiography) for one reason: money. I want to be filthy, stinking rich.

Sometime, much later in my life I hope to fall in love with an intelligent, caring, and beautiful woman. I want to be at least twenty eight before I get married and have children. 0f course any children I have will be good looking geniuses like their lather. my wife must be willing to help take care of my mother. my mom has Multiple sclerosis and is in deteriorating health. I plan to build a mansion with quarters for my mom and her nurse. I will take care of my mom just as she took care of me. I only hope she Isn't as stubborn as I was.

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