Before I start, let me say first that I don’t like to write autobiographies. I always don’t know how to start. Right now, I am stalling. Honestly speaking, I don’t even want to write this. But if I write this way, it’ll get my thoughts flowing and I can get started. Okay, let’s do this!
My name is Louise Mosqueda y Jorge. Youngest daughter of Arthur Mosqueda y Famador and Nancy Jorge-Mosqueda. My parents, I guess this is the part where I tell you a bit about them right? Well, my dad is a retired government employee. He used to work for Manila Water. But before that, he had all sorts of odd jobs, which included being a jeepney driver, a Hotel Waiter(when I was a kid, he showed me how to fold napkins, and told me about the people he met when he was a waiter. I found all of his tales quite exciting.) He’s a college drop out. He was going to be a Civil Engineer. He still has that thingy engineering students always carries around…the T-Square I think it’s called. I used to think it was some sort of deadly weapon as a kid. Anyway, he dropped out one year shy of his diploma because his family can’t afford college anymore. That’s about the time he started taking on those jobs.
My mom? She’s one in a million I can tell you that. Well, I guess everyone would say that about their moms’ right? She grew up in San Mateo Rizal, and she graduated a vocational business course in PUP. In college, she failed Business Math. Yes, I feel that it is relevant to say because I still can’t believe my mom failed in something in school! It’s just.. unheard of!
I said that I was the youngest right? I have two older sisters; namely: Nona Mosqueda-Lara and Tanya J. Mosqueda respectively. My eldest sister got married in 2010 and is now a mom. She has been working in a call center since she graduated from college (Tourism Management at PUP). My other sister is out of the country working some job I don’t know. before she left, she also worked at a call center since finishing college (BS Education Major in PHED at Roosevelt College Cainta). My sisters are the ones I have to thank because I am able to still be in school. Yeah, that’s right. Since they have finished college and found jobs, they have been keeping me alive. My eldest sister paid my tuition fee from the 4th grade up to my 4th year in high school. And my other sister has been providing me with my allowance. Yeah, it’s great to be the youngest.
Now that I have gotten my family background out of the way, it’s time for my childhood. When I was growing up, my sisters were already in high school. My eldest sister is older than me by eleven years, and my other sister, by nine years. Though we sometimes did stuff together, I mostly played with kids my age, like my cousins. It’s kinda hard to believe but, I was super shy back then. I hated attention, and that sort of thing. Childhood was awesome though. I did all sorts of stuff. For instance, I once tasted soap. Why in the world I did that? Well it’s because it smelled so nice and fruity and reminded me of candy that I just had to taste it.
Another thing I tried to eat, and probably the worst thing I have ever tasted, would have to be ear wax. Yes. I tried to eat earwax when I was a kid. Why? Because it smelled nice and sweet. Oh, I discovered right then and there that I should never eat anything that is not food. Apart from the soap and the earwax, I also tried eating baby powder, I once sprayed my mouth with perfume because I saw cartoon characters making their breaths better with a spray of the stuff. After I sprayed my mouth with perfume, I discovered that it was a special kind of perfume for your breath and not just the normal stuff my mom had.
With all the weird things I put in my mouth to try and eat, it’s a wonder I lived to be eighteen. But nevertheless, it was a pretty cool childhood. Too bad I never tried to eat paste.
Let’s jump to my grade school days. I’ll tell you the high lights of my career. From first to 6th grade, except second grade, I had the title: “Best in English”. My friends even dubbed me as the “walking Dictionary”. Since I was technically a Jorge, I was known in school. See, the name Jorge is very much respected in the Roosevelt College System. In fact, my whole family came from a Roosevelt branch. My dad, finished high school at Roosevelt College Quirino, my mom finished high school at Roosevelt San Mateo, and my two sisters went to Roosevelt Quirino, like our dad, but my sister Tanya, as I said before, went to Roosevelt Cainta for College. I am the only one who went to both grade school and high school in Roosevelt. We are a family of Rooseveltians, and I am proud of that.
Anyway, in the fourth grade, I was a blue belt in Tae-Kwon-Do, and was almost going for red, when all of a sudden, I failed Math. Yeah. That’s right. I failed 4th grade math. I received a 72. Dad made me stop the martial art, and got me tutored at Kumon Learning Center. I stayed there until I graduated 6th grade, and they gave me a Bronze Certificate for reaching level “I”. This was the Advanced level. Yes, I was once an award winner for Math.
Enough of grade school, It’s time for high school. What can I say about the shittiest part of my life so far? Well, for a shit hole, high school wasn’t so bad. I mean, yeah sure, most of the people there had their heads up their ass, but there are also people I love. Namely, my friends.
Anyway, high school was when I discovered that making up stories was something I liked to do. Also, that Math is my mortal enemy and should never be trusted. I guess I can say that friendship is really important and that falling asleep when your seated in the front row in front of the teacher’s table will get you punished by making your entire class sleep for the entire period. Yes. that is a punishment.
For me, high school was kinda fun, especially the part where we did our thesis. I couldn’t sleep for days because I was helping out in the finishing touches. It was stressfull, but fulfilling. Especially when all the panelists sign your paper. When its signed, you are an official graduating student.
That’s my story in high school. Now, my story is almost over. I am now at the present time. Well, Almost anyway. I’m only in my second year in college, so this won’t take more than a couple of paragraphs. Bear with me.
This is the last part. You only have to go a short way from here. I’m sorry if I bored you. Getting into college was a challenge. A physical challenge, I may add. Why? Because the lines you had to stand in were as far as the eye can see. But once you’re in, everything is worth it.
The first year is always the hardest. Eveyrthing is new and different and you’re just trying to get it all. Yeah, it was one hell of a year, but we made it. And now, I’m on my second year, I’m hoping that it’ll be better.
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