Week 2

My Life Story 

My mom has always told me that I was the "easy" one. I was a fairly quiet, well behaved baby, but that is, in comparison to my sister, who, as a three year old, managed to find a way to destroy every toy she ever owned. Born to Patty and Kirk Newton, I came into existence on September 16th, 1995 at, what's debated to be either 9:45 or 10:45 AM. My dad swears he was looking at the clock. To my parents' surprise, they would be taking home a screaming, crying, annoying little girl. Refusing to learn the sex beforehand, they were almost sure that I was a boy from the pounding, hard kicks that plagued my mother at night. I guess that would just foretell my future of my dad's "boy he never had," but that comes later. 

The first thing that I can actually remember is sitting on some Jamaican guy's lap. Now, from that statement you could conclude a number of things: 1. my dad is Jamaican or 2. this is a start to a really bad story, but actually, this memory comes from my third birthday. Although I don't remember our repeated visits to "It's a Small World" or my failed attempts at creating the number 3 with my fingers, my first trip to Disney World held this small, blurred memory of a Jamaican man singing me Happy Birthday.

Years later, I would join soccer. I devoted most of my life to sports as a kid. Coaching me for 5 years until I joined club, my dad encouraged me to improve my soccer skills from the early age of 6. Though I decided to play volleyball in high school, my 9 total years in soccer is a large part of who I am today.

I then ended up somehow in the notorious days of middle school, truly embodying the awkward stage, with short hair and big lens glasses. In spite of my awkward looks and unsettling MySpace comments, middle school was not terribly horrible. It was during this time that I met some of my best friends today. During the later years of middle school, I focused on volleyball and was in club for 2 years.

Beginning high school, I had a certain idea of what my future life would be like. I would graduate from high school in the top ten percent and then go to UCLA to prepare myself for medical school. Even though at the time, this seemed like a good plan for me, I soon realized that my goals would be tough to reach. Joining the Math and Science Academy half way into freshman year, I would soon have to double up courses for both math and science curriculum. As I fought the challenging coursework of Sophomore year, the idea of going to school for another ten or so years became less and less appealing. My plans were shattered, but a new sense of optimism was gained.

Now, my goals are more practical. I believe I will be able to get my bachelor’s in some sort of biological science, hopefully neuroscience, at the University of Colorado at Boulder. After college, I would like to go to physician’s assistant school. By the time I am done with school, I hope to live in a nice condo or apartment in Boulder. Though I wish to live in Boulder for the next couple of years, I look forward to travelling with my significant other or maybe even by myself.