P1+CBreedlove

The House on Mango Street Beginning Personal Chapter
I didn't always live in Costa Mesa. I've lived in many other cities before this place and i've even lived in a different state altogether. My house is a perfect size as it is not too small and (if there is such a thing.) not too big. I came to this house when I moved away from my former home, Idaho. I didn't really like Idaho but I really like Costa Mesa though. Costa Mesa is like my home in city form in the same way I said earlier. I moved into my home about three years ago with my dad Mike, my brother Collin and my stepmom, Julie. Since we moved into this house, my dad and stepmom have had a baby and his name is Jack. He's pretty cool.

I have a good amount of friends in my house area and we just usually hang out or go to a movie or something. Just normal "stuff" if you will. My house is near my school Estancia and I can walk there in 30 minutes if i'm walking slowly and 20 minutes if i'm "power-walking". When I first came to Costa Mesa, I went to a school called Edison High School. I had heard of it before mainly because of how dominant they were in football and wrestling. But since I went there, I can safely say that it's a horrible school. At least every single class I was in and almost every single person I met. I was obviously fine with some people because I had gone to Sowers Middle School before Edison and a lot of people from Edison went to Sowers also. Except for the people I met in Sowers, the school was full of "fake" people and I got the feeling of the whole school was one big lie.

I now obviously go to Estancia and I love this school. The teachers know what they are doing, the people are NOT "fake", the school is huge and the sports programs actually let the people who want to play on instead of the people with skill who really couldn't care if they were a part of the program. At Edison due to the teachers and my lack of school spirit from everything that was horrible there, I got horrible grades and ditched. It was also a HUGE walk and even though i'm not in the best shape, I know that many people would have one heck of a hard time walking this far every single weekday.

The Chapter of Hair Experience
In my family we all have hair. But for one of my family members, let's just say that the person doesn't have too much hair anymore. My hair is dark blonde and i'm the only member of my family who actually has hair grow like crazy. My stepmom has the usual long "girl" hair but hers doesn't grow as much as mine does. My brother Collin has dark blonde hair also but not as dark as mine is. His hair grows normally from what I know but he puts it in a lot of different styles and I just let it style itself. My baby brother Jack obviously doesn't have too much hair but for a baby, I would say he has a good amount of hair. His hair is blonde.

Remember in the beginning of this chapter when I told you that someone in my family doesn't have too much hair anymore? Well that person is my dad. He a little bit of hair and it's dark blonde as well but lighter than my brother and i's hair. The reason why this is such a big deal is because of how much hair he had as a teenager and a kid growing up. Since he was a professional surfer, he had long bright blonde hair and had the whole Surfer look to him. When he had to quit surfing because an injury, he has then had his hair cut short and now it's just short because he is older.

The Boys and Girls Chapter
In my family, there really isn't a big deal of time spent on arguing between girls and boys. The only "girl/woman/???" there is in my family is my stepmom. Other than here, there are four boys in my family consisting of my dad, both of my brothers and of course, myself. The thing about the difference between my stepmom and the rest of my family is that the excuses used when something goes wrong the men in the family take responsibility and the "girl" always acts like she's a "princess" and can do no wrong.

When I think about it, the boys have it easy in my family but only in the matter of having a big amount of girls in the house. Sure, my stepmom probally gets annoyed every once and awhile since there are no other girls in my house but she does hang out with her friends a lot. The friends that my younger brother and I hang out with are guys and they are pretty cool.

The My Name Chapter
My name Christian, means many things and it's a name used by quite a lot of people. I still like it though. My name came from the day on which I was born which is the 24th of December AKA Christmas Eve. I'm happy that I have this name and this date for my birthday because even if my birthday wasn't on Christmas Eve, Christmas would STILL be my favorite holiday and truthfully, one of my favorite days of the year. Somehow I have no idea what my middle name Kioyoshi, means but that makes sense because it's in Japanese and I forgot how to speak Japanese a long time ago. My last name Breedlove, comes from a Cherokee Indian descent and it's pretty obvious what it means also.

The "Queen of Cats" Personal chapter
If there was anyone in my neighborhood who could be seen as someone who is crazy in my neighborhood it's the old lady all the teenagers call "Cat Lady". We see her walking around the neighborhood and even though that doesn't seem really weird at all but here's the catch. She walks her cat around the neighborhood all day. I don't know if anyone else thinks that is weird but I sure do. She's also not very nice, she talks back to everyone and yells at people if they try to walk their dogs around the neighborhood. Overall, she's very weird and she's not a nice person in the least.

"Andrew, King of the Complex" Personal Chapter
One of my best friends in my neighborhood is named Andrew. We usually get everyone in my neighborhood outside to play and we usually decide to either play Football or Baseball. When we're not playing outside or it's raining, very cold, etc, we play X-Box inside his house or some other friend's house. A few months ago when it was still summer we would have a Friday DVD Pizza Movie night and that was pretty fun. Everyone in my neighborhood are good friends with each other and no one is better than anyone else but we all seem to agree that Andrew is the leader of the neighborhood.

"Laughter" Personal Chapter
My brother Collin and I don't really get along at all and we don't look alike at all. The only way people know that we are brothers if they heard it from someone else who is usually reliable or if Collin or myself tells them. Along with not looking alike at all, we also have very different looks on certain subjects and act very differently. If there was anything that you could say has even a little bit of similarity in Collin's life and my own, it's our way of having entertainment. We get entertainment in the same ways and we do the same sports (playing in the apartment complex, I play Baseball at Estancia and Collin considered track but now I guess that is on hiatis) no matter who is better at the sport which surprisingly, varies a lot when we switch sports. We are very different in almost every single way but we are still brothers and that's all that really matters.

"Rice Sandwitch" Personal Chapter
This part of my story isn't so much as my own as it's many other people's story. I myself am never really hungry at school and i'm proud of where I live. Many other students are not this way though. Their parents don't have a great or even good job and in some cases, some students have to support themselves because of their parents not having jobs at all or having no parents at all. They go with what they have. They will eat what they have to eat and they will live where they live in a sense. There's the people who are ashamed of where they live and what they eat. But there's also the people who are not only thankful for what they have, they are also proud of knowing they have a home and have food to live by. I am not in this situation but i'm proud of those people who do what they have to do no matter if they are ashamed of their situation or if they are proud of their situation.

"Those Who Don't" Personal Chapter
Those who come to where I live think that most of the kids are spoiled and the parents all have high-end jobs. Even though that could very easily apply for many families in my housing complex, it does not apply for my friends, lots of my neighbors and of course, myself. People in this housing complex do whatever they can to get through life with not only the requirements, but to also live with some "leeway" in a sense. The reason why some people who have a "bad" job and other "bad" things going for them and still have a house in this place is because they most likely bought the house before the California housing situation got so dire and expensive. That also made a lot of people in this complex become the best of friends.

"No Speak English" Personal Chapter
Since I live in Costa Mesa, there is an influx of Mexican, Asian and many other races in my complex. In fact, I would say that the white residents of my housing complex get "outnumbered" by the other races in terms of the amount of people. This doesn't bother me in the least though. I've taken Spanish in school but I really couldn't get the hang of it because of how the teacher's teaching style was. Even though because of my Spanish teacher's teaching style making me being able to only understand a few things in spanish, I still kinda understand the language. It's the language of "relaxation" if you will and it just envokes a feeling of having fun and being calm. It's enough to make me want to go to Mexico every other week.

"Born Bad" Personal Chapter
I have gone through a lot in my life frankly. Lots of dissapointment and lots of unfortunate things. Even though things have gone pretty well for me in the last few years, it still doesn't take away the events that occured in the past. I'm not to going to name specific events or details but when these things happened, I blamed myself even though I recognize and almost everyone i'm friends with know recognizes, none of that stuff was my fault. Now that i'm off that subject.. I've never had to take a care of a relative who was sick and close to dying but what I have had to do might be worse. Since I was in GATE classes in Elementary, I couldn't miss school. My grandma on my mother's side was dying and even though I didn't really know her too much, I still felt like I had to go. As I said a few sentences ago, I couldn't go. She died a few weeks later and it dissapointed me that I couldn't go to see her one last time.

"A House Of My Own" Personal Chapter
I live in Los Angeles and have a journalist job with the Orange County Register. I live in a nice apartment and have the money to get a house whenever I decide to. I have my own rules and am free to work and enjoy life in the ways I want to and the amount I want to. I can write anytime that I please on my laptop and I can just finally relax in a "house" of my own.