1. One would say that a risk taker is a person who exposes herself to potentally
hazardous or dangerous situations. Being somewhat the opposite of this definition, my
own behavior consists of much timidness, borderline paranoia, as well as a hesitancy in
making decisions. With all this being said, my intentions are not in making you fall
alseep while you grade my paper. For all of my "vanilla"-like attitude, there have been a
number of circumstances where I have contradicted my conventional self. There has
been one very big "risk" that I have chosen to take for many various reasons. Although it
changes my life only for a limited ammount of my future, it also is the present living
situation I encounter these days.
As most of the peers in my classes already know, I am new to the Oshkosh/North
High School area. The process of my move has to be the most "riskiest" behavior I have
partaken in, along with my brother, Brennan, my father Mike, my step-brothers Aidan
and Ian, and my step mother Jackie. Moving in itself is a hard thing to do, but integrating
a (dis)functional family with an already existing (dis)functional family is not the
simplest, or most enjoyable experience of anyone's life (so I have gathered.) I have,
along with my brother, learned (and have yet to learn) how to deal with living with nine
year old and thirteen year old boys. These children have run the household for the
majority of the time they have lived at the house. With the adition of my father in this
household, there have been many conflicting morals or more appropratively considered,
expectations of (for the majority) how Ian and Adian continue to act. Jackie has doted
upon these boys for a main part of her life, and my father religiously believes in fending
for one's self. Even though this does not concern me directly, I am the one listening to
the bickering between my father and, for the most part, Ian. I am not trying to make me
or my brother sound like angels, for we are not in the least. With that in mind, both the
"Block" kids and the "Nordbo" kids have been raised seperately and very different from
each other.
Unfortunately, I am not at home for twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
School is a big section of my life that has changed in this process of moving. I would
like to mention, above everything else highschool is about, my generation (more
specifically, my class of 2009) can be down right hostile, depending on the situation.
Being well aware of this, changing highschools was a monumental factor in the decison
of moving. Juniors, seniors, even the entire highschool population has a concrete idea in
regard to the crowd that they belong to around this point. I, being a newcomer, have been
one, yanked out of my former clique (that I happened to enjoy) and two, forced to find
people to fill my old friend's shoes. This is not an easy feat, especially when a person
with my attributes is compelled to meet new people. Personally, the aspect of "selling
oneself" could be multiplied sevenfold. Academic wise, I am not one who likes to play
"catch-up." I take pride in the classes I choose to take, and nothing gets me more upset
than feeling as if I do not belong or inferior to the rest of the class. Grades have more
impact on the move than anything I could whip up in my head. Going to school for a
week, my belief of where my standing is in each and every class is very pleasing to me.
Currently my inablility to comphrend one of my classes does not surprise me; my teacher
back at Oconto Falls talked about everything under the sun except the subject at hand.
This annoys my simple thirst for knowledge, seeing as I am pulled