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I lived in Canton for the begining of my life. Life was simple there, I began a healthy life until the age of three. That year my parents got a divorse. I went and I lived with my mom and and we rented out an apartement. I can remember is very clearly becuase I remember learning things about my mom there. She was baker at a nearby bakery, while going to school to finish her college education. I spent my life (3-~5) with my great-grandmother, while my mom was at school, or work. We had a great time. I can remember specific things that we did at the begining of every season. I even had fun on those rainy days when when would read childrens books together. The times that she would attack me and tickle me for what seemed forever. Then when it would be to stormy to stay at her house, I would help her unplug the television, and turn the lights off, then lock the door and head next door which was about 1/4 of a mile to my aunts larger house, until the storm subsided. The next big blow occured when my mother got her final occupation, and finished school at the age of five. We moved into a house which I thought was larger than the house we live in now, but it was long ago and I was much smaller. My mother had 2 major relationships. One died when a doctor gave him the wrong medicine. There was this huge malpractice suit with his father, and I don't beleive my mother asked for anything, but I'm not really sure what the severiety of the relationship was. The other one was scum, and I remember the day that she found that he had cheated on her. She met Joel about one year later.They dated for about a year and decited to get married. He didn't ever what to play any sports with me, and once when he tried to play baseball with me he lost interest, and went to help his own daughters make bubbles. My mother was always at work on Saturday, and he was off on the weekend, this was when most of this happend. I delt with school in a layed back approach, nothing like I do now. I often got written up for clowning around, and on one occastion it was for calling a girl "Marge Simpson," another time is was for bitting someone, this was in Kindergarten and I remember it was out of self defense. A group of kids were playing a zombie game of some sort and got a hold of me. They were trying to smother me, and poking me I was five and I'm now clausterphopic, I think because of it. Bad memories. We'll then I hit the stage where things were funny and life was getting good. I was in 4th grade, I remember that year very clearly because that was the first year that I had a man teacher. We produced a lot of skits/plays in our Literature portion of class. I also liked to be in them it was fun interacting with familiar people that I knew and saying things to them that I would never say to them in a regular day of class. I remember some of the plays we did... Paddington the Bear, A tale of Choco, and another on e that I didn't have a good role in. I really got into music that year. I remeber the first time I listened to STAR94, and I thought that that was the best radio station ever. I remember one song particular was "The Sign-Ace of Base" This song was already like 2 years old when I heard it 6 years ago. Anyway then, they went off and got married, my mom and "The Devil." I remember vaugley remember eating StarKist tuna at my grandmothers when they pulled out of the drive way. I had trouble understanding that he was like a father figure to me when my birth father wasn' around. I NEVER called him dad and vowed never too. When I was picked up at school by him, I would pause, and then tell the parapro. that he was my mothers husband. Anyway, we moved, to Woodstock. The year was 1995. I met my neighboor C.J Lewis he was stupid and I often told him this, because he did the stupidest things. That October he was throwing a pumpkin at his air conditioner that his mother had grown. My family and the other neighbors were having a picnic, he got mad at me for some reason, and threw his baseball bat at me as I was walking away. It hit my back, and things faded. That was the first time that I had ever passed out, that was the last time I had ever talked to him, since 1996. That year I started a new school-5th grade. I realized that not everyone likes you. I had very few friends the first year. As I reflect on the first few days, I thank myself, and god that I never became friends with some of these people. One is now highly addicted to drugs, and one is Josh Watford's friend, so you know that that isn't good. I had trouble with my teacher she was Jewish, and her name is Shelly Barton, on the good teacher scale she reated (1-bad) about a 5 or 6. She never understood that I was only trying toexplain myself, the way I done things and why, she thought I was telling her how to teach. She yelled at me on day for telling her a very sufficient way to head papers. I didn't talk to her much more that year. That year I met my friend Josh Pierce. I praise god even more for this joyious breakup. One day I told him that he couldn't catch a fly that was in the room that day. He called me a faggot, I called him "gay fat boy." I got questioned, and I told the teacher the dialouge. She did nothing. I thought nothing of it just as a little quarrel. Josh wasn't so happy, when I took my sister to meet Josh, his grandmother answered and asked me if I was coming to beat Josh up. I told her no, she started to yell. Yelling is annoying and I grew tired of it. It also hurt me, I knew that I didn't have a best friend anymore. I almost cryed, I had had such a hard year. Why couldn't I be accepted? The only way that I did gain "senority, or integreity" was the winter play. If any of you have lived in the Cherokee County School District in grammer school, then odds are you have been to "The Best Christmas Pagent Ever." I rolled as the little boy, Jonny. This was like almost star lead. I loved it, I remember my teacher smiling at me when she told the class about me. I was happy. Sometimes I pretent to go back in time and see a younger self and ask if I would really help myself in particular situations. I say most of the time no, and think of myself as a bitter person. That I am not. Or, I may be, could it be that these models that are smiling down at you in stores such as AF, AE, or Aeropostale, are bitter themselves, and when you take out a loan from the bank to buy a tee-shirt you are buying bitterness. It seems that way. You purchasing clothing so you feel in the crowed, and others shall feel nothing but aleinated, and while thinking of yourself as something of higher intelligence making yourself and possibly the other person bitter as well, we all go bad. Back to reminsing about my youngerself. This year is probally the one year, I ever felt tired and alone. I sought nothing and had no ambitions, I wished I was at my old school, Buffington Elementary. As more and more saw the play, I began to have more and more friends. Then when I went onto 6th grade, I had a steady amount of friends. I often voiced my anger in way of laughter, or some sort of comedy. When the 6th grade of Woodstock Elementary School went to Jekyll Island for our field trip in November. I we were susposed to tell ghost stories around the camp fire the last night of the trip, as I voulenteered to tell as story, I began to tell the class how pissed off I was at one fellow in my group I beleive was John Ivers. He did something and commented on how I did something, I just know I didn't like it. The story was about John Ivers and he was the devil. Just like I call my stepfather. He started so much shit. It was like 2-5 days he would start in on me about something. The next big thing was Woodstock Middle School. I went to middle school with a nervous but with a refreshed outlook. I became a Conflict Manager, it was what defined me, I then became the guy that was always informed about what events were going around school, and that was always cool because all the kids that I wanted to be friends with would want to know what was going on, and I would instantly be friends with them. It seemed that every year my personality changed so much that it varyed much from the group of kids I tried to hang out with. 8th grade I thought was going to a bit eaiser. I ran for Austrailia SGA, (Austrailia was the name of my team 8B,) I didn't even get 3th in ranking. It was horrible. I went to far as to put promotion ads up on every uninal in the school. It didn't compare to buying one hundred dollars worth of candy for the entire team. I wasn't about to do that. If I was voted for then fine, but otherwise screw it. The one thing I remeber that I was famous for that year were the PowerPoint presentations. Everytime I made one I recieved at least a 95. I went to media festival that year with my award-winning presentation about the history of Christ, religon, and general Christmas information. It was nearly 100 slides long. I used Microsoft Pack&Go accesory in PowerPoint, it took 31 regular 1.44 mb. floppy disks to trasnsport it, before I had my notebook computer. Everybody was empressed, even the people that really didn't like me. I stilll remember the look on the other persons face as their presentation followed. It took 30 minutes to view, and Mrs. Albee showed each class period. I did 2 other presentations, with the same quality. Then the whole feasko with Ebay on the last day of school. I retard named Tommy Halman got onto the computer in Math class after me. I had just checked on my bid on DVD drive for my computer. The dumbass typed in the password that was listed in the URL, becuase the screen flashed, and I typed it in the URL address, rather than the password block. That afternoon about 1:00 PM, I checked on my bid, and saw that I has the highest winning bidder on a 6-pac of 1984 Pepsi commorative cans. The reserve price was $100. Tommy's or should I say mine was $12,600. I screamed, and some how I knew that it was him. He said that he could fix it. I hit him in the stomach. I called him a idiot. I told Mrs. Albee what he did. I was so mad, and scared. I wasn't exactly the star bidder on Ebay. I sort of changed my mind a lot. I threw it onto the principals. I recieved email, and email. I told Ebay who was encharge of it. The only updates I have heard was about the teacher of the room in which the steeling of the password took place was restricted to have but one monitored computer in his room. Then I got almost the worst homeroom filled with almost no one I knew. I twas filled with snotty-stuck-up girls, loser guys, and people that I didn't even know. I was again in trouble, it wasn't really trouble it was a run in with a fattass band teacher of some sort, he didn't like me because, he was getting to be an asshole, wanting to know things, about me I did not wish to tell him, such as my birthdate. I also asked him when he asked my birthdate was, "How are you this fine day, so whats going on in your life?" I was disapointed when I made a B in Science. People told me that I was stupid of thinking that a B was bad. It was, that I was not, it was just the people I was talking to. I tended to hang around groups that weren't exactly like me, for example most of my real friends aren't in my grade. The reason for that probally being that fact that I work all the time and their the ones i'm usually around. I haven't really tried to be around people my age. They can't drive-by themselves anyway. I have had many new experiences that have altered my decisions and have given me a new way of thinking. I have stopped playing around at work, and do not plan to publish the Schlotzsky's Deli Variety anymore. My manager was getting mad, I dislike him, now. I wish that I was still shielded by the cold hard truth of life. No one cares, interesting conversations with non familiar people are void. I think one of the reason I like '80's music so much is because I want to live in that decade. I don't want to be a baby, I would like to a regular high school student, then I start to think,"Where would I fit in?" I ask myself that question now and still have no answer. This is where I am at now.


	The Zack & Brandy Show \| home Zacks Bio Zacks's Bio I lived in Canton for the begining of my life. Life was simple there, I began a healthy life until the age of three. That year my parents got a divorse. I went and I lived with my mom and and we rented out an apartement. I can remember is very clearly becuase I remember learning things about my mom there. She was baker at a nearby bakery, while going to school to finish her college education. I spent my life (3-~5) with my great-grandmother, while my mom was at school, or work. We had a great time. I can remember specific things that we did at the begining of every season. I even had fun on those rainy days when when would read childrens books together. The times that she would attack me and tickle me for what seemed forever. Then when it would be to stormy to stay at her house, I would help her unplug the television, and turn the lights off, then lock the door and head next door which was about 1/4 of a mile to my aunts larger house, until the storm subsided. The next big blow occured when my mother got her final occupation, and finished school at the age of five. We moved into a house which I thought was larger than the house we live in now, but it was long ago and I was much smaller. My mother had 2 major relationships. One died when a doctor gave him the wrong medicine. There was this huge malpractice suit with his father, and I don't beleive my mother asked for anything, but I'm not really sure what the severiety of the relationship was. The other one was scum, and I remember the day that she found that he had cheated on her. She met Joel about one year later.They dated for about a year and decited to get married. He didn't ever what to play any sports with me, and once when he tried to play baseball with me he lost interest, and went to help his own daughters make bubbles. My mother was always at work on Saturday, and he was off on the weekend, this was when most of this happend. I delt with school in a layed back approach, nothing like I do now. I often got written up for clowning around, and on one occastion it was for calling a girl "Marge Simpson," another time is was for bitting someone, this was in Kindergarten and I remember it was out of self defense. A group of kids were playing a zombie game of some sort and got a hold of me. They were trying to smother me, and poking me I was five and I'm now clausterphopic, I think because of it. Bad memories. We'll then I hit the stage where things were funny and life was getting good. I was in 4th grade, I remember that year very clearly because that was the first year that I had a man teacher. We produced a lot of skits/plays in our Literature portion of class. I also liked to be in them it was fun interacting with familiar people that I knew and saying things to them that I would never say to them in a regular day of class. I remember some of the plays we did... Paddington the Bear, A tale of Choco, and another on e that I didn't have a good role in. I really got into music that year. I remeber the first time I listened to STAR94, and I thought that that was the best radio station ever. I remember one song particular was "The Sign-Ace of Base" This song was already like 2 years old when I heard it 6 years ago. Anyway then, they went off and got married, my mom and "The Devil." I remember vaugley remember eating StarKist tuna at my grandmothers when they pulled out of the drive way. I had trouble understanding that he was like a father figure to me when my birth father wasn' around. I NEVER called him dad and vowed never too. When I was picked up at school by him, I would pause, and then tell the parapro. that he was my mothers husband. Anyway, we moved, to Woodstock. The year was 1995. I met my neighboor C.J Lewis he was stupid and I often told him this, because he did the stupidest things. That October he was throwing a pumpkin at his air conditioner that his mother had grown. My family and the other neighbors were having a picnic, he got mad at me for some reason, and threw his baseball bat at me as I was walking away. It hit my back, and things faded. That was the first time that I had ever passed out, that was the last time I had ever talked to him, since 1996. That year I started a new school-5th grade. I realized that not everyone likes you. I had very few friends the first year. As I reflect on the first few days, I thank myself, and god that I never became friends with some of these people. One is now highly addicted to drugs, and one is Josh Watford's friend, so you know that that isn't good. I had trouble with my teacher she was Jewish, and her name is Shelly Barton, on the good teacher scale she reated (1-bad) about a 5 or 6. She never understood that I was only trying toexplain myself, the way I done things and why, she thought I was telling her how to teach. She yelled at me on day for telling her a very sufficient way to head papers. I didn't talk to her much more that year. That year I met my friend Josh Pierce. I praise god even more for this joyious breakup. One day I told him that he couldn't catch a fly that was in the room that day. He called me a faggot, I called him "gay fat boy." I got questioned, and I told the teacher the dialouge. She did nothing. I thought nothing of it just as a little quarrel. Josh wasn't so happy, when I took my sister to meet Josh, his grandmother answered and asked me if I was coming to beat Josh up. I told her no, she started to yell. Yelling is annoying and I grew tired of it. It also hurt me, I knew that I didn't have a best friend anymore. I almost cryed, I had had such a hard year. Why couldn't I be accepted? The only way that I did gain "senority, or integreity" was the winter play. If any of you have lived in the Cherokee County School District in grammer school, then odds are you have been to "The Best Christmas Pagent Ever." I rolled as the little boy, Jonny. This was like almost star lead. I loved it, I remember my teacher smiling at me when she told the class about me. I was happy. Sometimes I pretent to go back in time and see a younger self and ask if I would really help myself in particular situations. I say most of the time no, and think of myself as a bitter person. That I am not. Or, I may be, could it be that these models that are smiling down at you in stores such as AF, AE, or Aeropostale, are bitter themselves, and when you take out a loan from the bank to buy a tee-shirt you are buying bitterness. It seems that way. You purchasing clothing so you feel in the crowed, and others shall feel nothing but aleinated, and while thinking of yourself as something of higher intelligence making yourself and possibly the other person bitter as well, we all go bad. Back to reminsing about my youngerself. This year is probally the one year, I ever felt tired and alone. I sought nothing and had no ambitions, I wished I was at my old school, Buffington Elementary. As more and more saw the play, I began to have more and more friends. Then when I went onto 6th grade, I had a steady amount of friends. I often voiced my anger in way of laughter, or some sort of comedy. When the 6th grade of Woodstock Elementary School went to Jekyll Island for our field trip in November. I we were susposed to tell ghost stories around the camp fire the last night of the trip, as I voulenteered to tell as story, I began to tell the class how pissed off I was at one fellow in my group I beleive was John Ivers. He did something and commented on how I did something, I just know I didn't like it. The story was about John Ivers and he was the devil. Just like I call my stepfather. He started so much shit. It was like 2-5 days he would start in on me about something. The next big thing was Woodstock Middle School. I went to middle school with a nervous but with a refreshed outlook. I became a Conflict Manager, it was what defined me, I then became the guy that was always informed about what events were going around school, and that was always cool because all the kids that I wanted to be friends with would want to know what was going on, and I would instantly be friends with them. It seemed that every year my personality changed so much that it varyed much from the group of kids I tried to hang out with. 8th grade I thought was going to a bit eaiser. I ran for Austrailia SGA, (Austrailia was the name of my team 8B,) I didn't even get 3th in ranking. It was horrible. I went to far as to put promotion ads up on every uninal in the school. It didn't compare to buying one hundred dollars worth of candy for the entire team. I wasn't about to do that. If I was voted for then fine, but otherwise screw it. The one thing I remeber that I was famous for that year were the PowerPoint presentations. Everytime I made one I recieved at least a 95. I went to media festival that year with my award-winning presentation about the history of Christ, religon, and general Christmas information. It was nearly 100 slides long. I used Microsoft Pack&Go accesory in PowerPoint, it took 31 regular 1.44 mb. floppy disks to trasnsport it, before I had my notebook computer. Everybody was empressed, even the people that really didn't like me. I stilll remember the look on the other persons face as their presentation followed. It took 30 minutes to view, and Mrs. Albee showed each class period. I did 2 other presentations, with the same quality. Then the whole feasko with Ebay on the last day of school. I retard named Tommy Halman got onto the computer in Math class after me. I had just checked on my bid on DVD drive for my computer. The dumbass typed in the password that was listed in the URL, becuase the screen flashed, and I typed it in the URL address, rather than the password block. That afternoon about 1:00 PM, I checked on my bid, and saw that I has the highest winning bidder on a 6-pac of 1984 Pepsi commorative cans. The reserve price was $100. Tommy's or should I say mine was $12,600. I screamed, and some how I knew that it was him. He said that he could fix it. I hit him in the stomach. I called him a idiot. I told Mrs. Albee what he did. I was so mad, and scared. I wasn't exactly the star bidder on Ebay. I sort of changed my mind a lot. I threw it onto the principals. I recieved email, and email. I told Ebay who was encharge of it. The only updates I have heard was about the teacher of the room in which the steeling of the password took place was restricted to have but one monitored computer in his room. Then I got almost the worst homeroom filled with almost no one I knew. I twas filled with snotty-stuck-up girls, loser guys, and people that I didn't even know. I was again in trouble, it wasn't really trouble it was a run in with a fattass band teacher of some sort, he didn't like me because, he was getting to be an asshole, wanting to know things, about me I did not wish to tell him, such as my birthdate. I also asked him when he asked my birthdate was, "How are you this fine day, so whats going on in your life?" I was disapointed when I made a B in Science. People told me that I was stupid of thinking that a B was bad. It was, that I was not, it was just the people I was talking to. I tended to hang around groups that weren't exactly like me, for example most of my real friends aren't in my grade. The reason for that probally being that fact that I work all the time and their the ones i'm usually around. I haven't really tried to be around people my age. They can't drive-by themselves anyway. I have had many new experiences that have altered my decisions and have given me a new way of thinking. I have stopped playing around at work, and do not plan to publish the Schlotzsky's Deli Variety anymore. My manager was getting mad, I dislike him, now. I wish that I was still shielded by the cold hard truth of life. No one cares, interesting conversations with non familiar people are void. I think one of the reason I like '80's music so much is because I want to live in that decade. I don't want to be a baby, I would like to a regular high school student, then I start to think,"Where would I fit in?" I ask myself that question now and still have no answer. This is where I am at now.