Autobiography

This piece was a writing exercise I had to write for my Creative Writing: Nonfiction class. To be honest, I really don't like writing about myself and "my history" like a history book. This was honestly hard for me to do because I just don't like putting out my story out like a history book. But hey, here's this. Hope ya'll enjoy!


Eric Darsie
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
English 341/01|Creative Writing: Nonfiction
Writing Exercise #2

Autobiography

Well, I was born on a cold afternoon during the month of March of 1988. At that time, I was born into a family of two older brothers who were pushing eight and ten years older than me and my newly debuted debut into the world. Within ten weeks of my debut into the world that we came to know, my mother left my father and filed for a divorce.

From when I laid into my ten week debut into walking into Elementary, much didn’t happen. All due in part I remember don’t have any memory of such until my fourth birthday. And after my fourth birthday, I don’t have any memories until Kindergarten.

In Elementary school, I remember that I went around and tried to do what I saw on World Wrestling Federation’s ‘WWF Monday Night Raw.’ In doing such, I always got in trouble, because I would hurt somebody. And after getting off the hook (which would mean having a letter being sent home to my mother and me sit in “detention” over a recess period, and I remember that was absolute torture for an Elementary school-aged boy. To put my Elementary school career in a nut shell, that’s pretty much it.

In Middle school was a transitional period for me; in the middle of fifth grade I changed school districts. That was kind of hard to change when I was in the period of trying to figure out who I am. But in the new school, I was able to find friends who had similar interest that I had, more than the previous school I was just attending mere months prior, and I was really enjoying my time. In my tenor of middle school, I enjoyed having with people and talking about what’s new in the world of professional wrestling, talk about the new stars in the WWF and in their competition, World Championship Wrestling (WCW), and maybe talk about what we learned in class, maybe.

After my eighth grade and the summer of walking into high school, my mother, one of my brothers, and I moved back to the school district that I originally went to, and clichés were formed and I was looked upon as an “outsider,” even though I was only gone for three and a half years. For the four years of high school, I talked to people if I absolutely had to, in which, the only social outing I really had outside of family events where when I worked during my junior and senior years in high school. That wasn’t too much fun, because I worked at a gas station and had to fill propane tanks, and a lot of times it was 100 pound tanks that weighted 99 pounds by themselves when empty, and 199 when full, and the customer would usually be in the store and I would have to move it myself. In which, this is where I got my practice of my bear hugging skills would begin and where I would strive to perfect them.

After high school I was enrolled into St. Cloud State University for my college career, where I’m still sitting at the end of my college career with, hoping, a year left after this semester. But coming into SCSU, I originally thought I was going to be a Math major. Over the years, that changed. Now I am a philosophy major and am intended to be a creative writing minor. And in with such, I also contribute writing pieces to website called Camel Clutch Blog (camelclutchblog.com) and also work on campus in Atwood at Copies Plus.

But working at Copies Plus is what changed my life forever. The reason why I say this is that during my freshman year, I met what’s now my best friend. He was a Christian. And he knew that I grew up going to church once in a while and talked to me what it’s like to have a personal relationship with Christ. Within a couple of months of being friends, I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I thank God for my best friend, because if not, I probably would have done the same thing I did in high school and when my time ends here on Earth, I would be sent into an eternity of torture and pain.

But as things sit now, that’s all. That’s my life in less than three pages double spaced. I could have expanded a lot longer on my life, but to wrap it up in a couple of pages, this is my autobiography. All in three pages that it’s called to being. Thanks for reading the story of my life. The end.