Well That Didn't Work

I'M NOT THE FUCKING CIA
Ok, so everyone's been telling me I'm a secretive person lately...as if I didn't know. Let me assure you, I most certainly know that I am a secretive person. My three closest friends in high school didn't know I'd been dating Dennis until we'd been going out for four months. If you wanna get really into it, no one in high school knew much about me. I heard all kinds of crazy rumors--everything from that I was from South Africa to that I was actually a graduate student acting like a high school student to do research for a paper. Ya, people are dumb...

I don't know why people would voluntarily enter crazy town, but ok...what do you all want to know? What the bloody hell do you all want to know?!?!

I was born in Oklahoma on August 5th, 1986. When I was about one, we moved to Naperville, Illinois (a little bit outside Chicago) where my sister was born 7 months later. Her name is Nicki and she and I are complete opposites down to smallest of details. When I was two and a half or so, we all moved to Arlington, Texas, where I lived until I was 11.

I went to public school from 1st to 3rd grade before my mother decided I'd do well in a private school. The story that accompanies that decision is as follows: In the middle of 3rd grade, my teachers called my mother and asked her to join them for a parent-teacher conference at the school. Basically, they wanted to move me from the highest classes to the most remedial ones based solely on the suggestion of my math teacher, who informed my mother that all I did during her class was stare at the ceiling. My mother, who felt patronized by my teachers who seemed to believe she was simply some crazed mother who believed her daughter was a genius, asked them to wait for five minutes. She proceeded to walk across the street to our house to retrieve a stack of papers from the little desk in my bedroom. She returned and angrily (an emotion not usually displayed by my mother) thrust the papers towards my math teacher. "Do you recognize these?" she asked, quite condescendingly. My math teacher glanced at my other teachers in shock and quietly responded that the papers were covered with the answers to every question in our math book.

"And what chapter are you on with the other students?" my mother asked.
"4," she said.
"Out of?"
"16."
"So maybe Sami's (I swear if any of you call me that, I will murder you in your sleep) not stupid, maybe she's bored."

Here's the difference between public school and private school: when my math teacher in 5th grade (at the private school) noticed me staring at the ceiling tiles, she placed me into algebra with the 8th graders. Sadly, the kids at the private school tormented me just as much as the kids at the public school had. I was socially awkward for many, many years because of my academic achievements. The older kids and the kids that were my age always seemed to hate me for the same reasons: I was in classes I shouldn't have been in and I was extremely weird.

Anyway, when I was 11, I went to Space Camp. I got home to find my house of eight and a half years in boxes and was told that I'd be moving to Connecticut in a matter of weeks. I didn't take well to the move, but ended up loving Connecticut. The public schools there were better than my private school in Texas and I made a couple of good friends. I was really lucky I went there before I moved to New Jersey. Everything I was supposed to learn in high school, I learned while studying at Middlebrook Middle School.

I hated moving to New Jersey, but figured I'd get used to it, like I got used to Connecticut. Not the case, unfortunately. I don't remember the second half of 8th grade (which I spent at Roosevelt Middle School) in New Jersey because I blocked it all out. High School was a nightmare academically and socially for me (trust me, you don't want me to go into it, but if curiosity gets the best of you, check some of the archives for general information,) but I excelled in extra-curriculars. I was the president and founder of the Photography Club, President of the Chess Club, Captain of the Quiz Team, a lawyer on Mock Trial Team, public relations chair for the Health Club, vice president of Model U.N., manager of the Cross-Country Team, etc, etc, etc. Only one good thing came of living in New Jersey: Dennis. He changed my life and, though I hate what has happened, I will be forever grateful for everything he did for me.

I came to AU for a number of reasons, all of which have fallen through, but I still love it here. I'm crazy, if you haven't realized. For that reason, among many others, I am interested in EVERYTHING, which has made choosing a major exceedingly difficult. What else do you want to know? I've been atheist since I was 11 or 12, but I was raised in a Jewish home. I'm willing to talk about almost anything. I rarely talk about my health or sex as it relates to me, but other than that, I'm an open book.

So what do you all want from me, huh? Do you wanna know about how I cry because I can't understand what I'm thinking most of the time, how I got very close to believing in God when I met Dennis because of how lucky I felt to have him in my life, how I have practically no relationship with my family, the times my dad's hit me, my mom's cancer? Or do you just want to know my favorite color and song?

What do you all want from me?

In case you were wondering, my favorite color is Texas sunset and my favorite song has been "If I Am" by Nine Days for nearly 5 years. Comments ()

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