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AutoBio.doc

This
is the story of a man. An average man. A man that has gone through countless
trials and tribulations in search of something, exactly what he has
yet to find out.

This
is my story. I am Victor Romero.

For
the last eighteen years I have been the first born of Jose and Juana
Romero. It is
they who are responsible for raising me to be the person I am today.
Having been raised in
the same religious small town in Mexico, they fell in love at a young
age and moved to the
sunny state of California.

Settling
in the beach side city of Santa Monica, my father Jose took up many
jobs. Starting
off as a landscaper at a golf course, he eventually moved on to
become a delivery truck
driver for several companies. Among some of the things he’s delivered
are air conditioners,
water heaters, and all kinds of meats and food products. The amount
of hardships
my father went through to make sure his family received everything
they deserved
is truly inspiring. My mother Juana, on the other hand, started out
as a housewife and
is still one to this day. Lately she has been selling small
sculptures and decorations that she
designs in her spare time, and hopes to start a career through it.

In
those eighteen years since my birth, my mother beared three more
children. Abraham,
aged fourteen years, twelve year old Cristian, and little four year
old Alexis. But let
me tell you, they are not easy to deal with. After numerous bruises,
noogies, and back drills,
I have learned the infinite patience needed in this cruel and unfair
world.

Well,
past explained, I can now move onto the best part, me. I’m a proud Hispanic,
parents born in Mexico, my Grandparents born and raised in Spain
before moving
to Mexico. I can honestly say that I am one diverse guy. I grew up in
a religious environment,
thinking that God was the one who caused everything. I spent eleven innocent
years having good, clean fun. Then came puberty and the high schools.

There
I met the various different characters that became my good friends.
The gangstas,
base heads, slackers, and nerds that helped develop my ideas were all
met during
junior high and high school. As a result of having such a diverse
group of friends, I learned
to be objective and listen to every opinion. At the same time, I had
decided not to let
my opinions go unvoiced. Mind you I don’t spout off recklessly, I
just analyze a situation
then add my input. So basically, having a broad spectrum of friends
has given me a
broad view of the world. As they say, “It’s all good!”.

Now,
my friends are gone. Oh sure, a few of the people I knew from high
school attend
 Cal State Long Beach, but no one from my close group of friends. So
here I am, a new
and different environment to deal with. Clueless as to why I’m here,
I have been dealing
with all kinds of problems to try and get this well respected college
education. Though
I understand that a college degree might possibly help get the most
out of my chosen
career, I try not to think too far ahead.

For
now I’m content with enjoying whatever time I am able to free up
after going to
school and work. Paintball, sketching, and on occasion football are
some of the things I enjoy
doing in this spare time. Not to mention my interest in films, with
people like Kevin Smith,
George Lucas, and Stanley Kubrick among my favorites.

For
now, this is the end. My life isn’t quite over yet, so should I
become famous in
the future for any reason, the longer and more complete version of my
life will be sold at
all major bookstores for the small amount of $49.95.

AutoBio.doc

This
is the story of a man. An average man. A man that has gone through countless
trials and tribulations in search of something, exactly what he has
yet to find out.

This
is my story. I am Victor Romero.

For
the last eighteen years I have been the first born of Jose and Juana
Romero. It is
they who are responsible for raising me to be the person I am today.
Having been raised in
the same religious small town in Mexico, they fell in love at a young
age and moved to the
sunny state of California.

Settling
in the beach side city of Santa Monica, my father Jose took up many
jobs. Starting
off as a landscaper at a golf course, he eventually moved on to
become a delivery truck
driver for several companies. Among some of the things he’s delivered
are air conditioners,
water heaters, and all kinds of meats and food products. The amount
of hardships
my father went through to make sure his family received everything
they deserved
is truly inspiring. My mother Juana, on the other hand, started out
as a housewife and
is still one to this day. Lately she has been selling small
sculptures and decorations that she
designs in her spare time, and hopes to start a career through it.

In
those eighteen years since my birth, my mother beared three more
children. Abraham,
aged fourteen years, twelve year old Cristian, and little four year
old Alexis. But let
me tell you, they are not easy to deal with. After numerous bruises,
noogies, and back drills,
I have learned the infinite patience needed in this cruel and unfair
world.

Well,
past explained, I can now move onto the best part, me. I’m a proud Hispanic,
parents born in Mexico, my Grandparents born and raised in Spain
before moving
to Mexico. I can honestly say that I am one diverse guy. I grew up in
a religious environment,
thinking that God was the one who caused everything. I spent eleven innocent
years having good, clean fun. Then came puberty and the high schools.

There
I met the various different characters that became my good friends.
The gangstas,
base heads, slackers, and nerds that helped develop my ideas were all
met during
junior high and high school. As a result of having such a diverse
group of friends, I learned
to be objective and listen to every opinion. At the same time, I had
decided not to let
my opinions go unvoiced. Mind you I don’t spout off recklessly, I
just analyze a situation
then add my input. So basically, having a broad spectrum of friends
has given me a
broad view of the world. As they say, “It’s all good!”.

Now,
my friends are gone. Oh sure, a few of the people I knew from high
school attend
 Cal State Long Beach, but no one from my close group of friends. So
here I am, a new
and different environment to deal with. Clueless as to why I’m here,
I have been dealing
with all kinds of problems to try and get this well respected college
education. Though
I understand that a college degree might possibly help get the most
out of my chosen
career, I try not to think too far ahead.

For
now I’m content with enjoying whatever time I am able to free up
after going to
school and work. Paintball, sketching, and on occasion football are
some of the things I enjoy
doing in this spare time. Not to mention my interest in films, with
people like Kevin Smith,
George Lucas, and Stanley Kubrick among my favorites.

For
now, this is the end. My life isn’t quite over yet, so should I
become famous in
the future for any reason, the longer and more complete version of my
life will be sold at
all major bookstores for the small amount of $49.95.

Freshman.doc

Inglewood
High is the world.  Or at least that is what I thought when I first
arrived at
Inglewood.  But as time progressed experience was gained, and I
learned that Inglewood
is but a step towards the rest of our lives, and the real world.
With all this knowledge
in my mind, I believe I would greatly be able to help a Freshman
student coming
to Inglewood for the first time.

The
situation is one I can relate to.  My younger brother will be
attending Inglewood
High next year.  Although he has not mentioned anything, I know what
he must
be thinking.  The rumors of fights, bad conditions of the school, bad
teaching, and riots
are all valid thoughts for a Freshman, considering only three years
ago that was the actual
situation at Inglewood.  But things have changed.  

Fights
and disturbances are always going to exist.  Confrontations between
people are,
I believe, human nature.  But the response to these confrontations
has somewhat improved.
We have many more securities as opposed to three years ago, or last
year for that
matter. And even though they can be more of a nuisance than a help at
times, some students
tend to feel safer when there are that many securities.

As
for the bad conditions of the school, well, that is a predicament
that has been somewhat
rectified.  A new coat of paint has been applied to the majority of
the buildings. Different
trees and plants have been planted in various spots throughout the
campus. Each
classroom has had new phone lines installed, giving Internet
accessibility to those classrooms
that have computers, and preparing those classrooms that do not.
These may seem
like small accomplishments, they provide a good boost to morale.  If
only the students
come to appreciate their school, then the problem of vandalism can be
handled more
efficiently.  

Then
we have the backbone of a school, teachers.  Teachers are what make
it happen
at a school.  They are the ones who ultimately decide whether or not
a student can pass
a class or not.  But the fact that the teaching at Inglewood High has
become synonymous
with inadequacy often discourages parents from sending their children
to Inglewood,
or children from choosing to go to Inglewood.  But that is one rumor
that I can
confidently dispel.  Inglewood High has hired countless new teachers
in the past three years.
These new teachers provide a fresh new perspective of teaching that
students can relate
to.  Of course there are also the teachers who have the experience to
back up their teaching
methods.  With a myriad of years at Inglewood, these “veterans”,
as I like to call them,
have been with Inglewood through the bad to now enjoy the good.
Though some teachers
seem to have lost their passion for teaching, the rest are, in my
opinion, proud and
happy to teach at Inglewood.

Cinco
de Mayo is another tradition of Inglewood. But not the celebration of
the meaning
of Cinco de Mayo, but the annual riots that once took place.  If you
have lived in Inglewood
at any time during the past ten years, then you have heard or seen
these calamitous
events.  Based in racial tensions starting back in 1989, the riots
that occurred during
the Cinco de Mayo celebrations eventually became an excuse to cause
mayhem and get
out of school.  The execution of the two lunches program, in which
the student population’s
lunch was split into two separate lunches, has helped in bridling
possible trouble.
In conjunction with stricter rules and more security, Cinco de Mayo
is once again a
joy filled celebration rather than a destructive melee.

Now
I can say that I’m happy that I have gone to Inglewood, despite all
the changes
the school underwent.  My first year there was the last year of the
riots, the last year
with a principal that seemed ineffective, and the last year of young
innocence.  I grew up
that year.  I learned that people can be difficult, that one must not
be afraid of new ideas,
that life isn’t fair.  These ideas are difficult to grasp alone, and
sometimes I wish I had
someone there to help me. Advice I have for incoming Freshman would
be based upon
my personal experiences, so of course opinions may vary.

Teachers
are the backbone of a school, like previously mentioned.  So of
course students
would want to develop good relationships with teachers. Whether you
develop a friendly
relationship or just a teacher-student type of relationship, be sure
to always have respect
for the teacher.  I know of one teacher I had that was easily the
best teacher I had in
my fours years at Inglewood.  He was a Physical Science teacher.  The
stories he had to tell
were always interesting and fun to hear.  The affinity I had for this
teacher is a good example
of a friendly relationship.  Of course there is always that one
teacher, the one that truly
gives a student a hard time, or lack of respect.  In such a situation
I suggest that a student
simply leave that class and switch over to a different teacher.
Hopefully there will be
better luck with the next one.

High
school may not be a melting pot of different cultures, but it is a
place where new
faces and new ideas surface.  Even though junior high school
introduces you to different
people and ideas, high school is really where you meet the kids from
all over the city.
I remember I first heard of veganism is the ninth grade.  The whole
idea of someone not
eating anything that comes form an animal amazed me.  Of course, in
the next four years
I learned many other things, most of which I dare not mention here.

When
it came to friends, I was a very lucky guy.  Having a laid back and positive
attitude helped me meet many interesting and fun people in high
school, while still staying
close to my old friends..  And even when people weren’t my close
friends, I at least knew
them.  A “hello”, or a “what’s up”, was always a
good way to meet, greet, and start a
conversation with people.  But no matter who your friends are, never
be afraid or too shy
to meet someone new.  That someone new could become your next close
friend.

Yes,
high school is a place of learning, but that doesn’t mean you can’t
have fun. Enjoy
the company of your friends, open your mind, take in new experiences.
Inglewood High
is the next stage of a lifetime. Hopefully my words can help a young
Freshman into that
stage.

Freshman.doc

Inglewood
High is the world.  Or at least that is what I thought when I first
arrived at
Inglewood.  But as time progressed experience was gained, and I
learned that Inglewood
is but a step towards the rest of our lives, and the real world.
With all this knowledge
in my mind, I believe I would greatly be able to help a Freshman
student coming
to Inglewood for the first time.

The
situation is one I can relate to.  My younger brother will be
attending Inglewood
High next year.  Although he has not mentioned anything, I know what
he must
be thinking.  The rumors of fights, bad conditions of the school, bad
teaching, and riots
are all valid thoughts for a Freshman, considering only three years
ago that was the actual
situation at Inglewood.  But things have changed.  

Fights
and disturbances are always going to exist.  Confrontations between
people are,
I believe, human nature.  But the response to these confrontations
has somewhat improved.
We have many more securities as opposed to three years ago, or last
year for that
matter. And even though they can be more of a nuisance than a help at
times, some students
tend to feel safer when there are that many securities.

As
for the bad conditions of the school, well, that is a predicament
that has been somewhat
rectified.  A new coat of paint has been applied to the majority of
the buildings. Different
trees and plants have been planted in various spots throughout the
campus. Each
classroom has had new phone lines installed, giving Internet
accessibility to those classrooms
that have computers, and preparing those classrooms that do not.
These may seem
like small accomplishments, they provide a good boost to morale.  If
only the students
come to appreciate their school, then the problem of vandalism can be
handled more
efficiently.  

Then
we have the backbone of a school, teachers.  Teachers are what make
it happen
at a school.  They are the ones who ultimately decide whether or not
a student can pass
a class or not.  But the fact that the teaching at Inglewood High has
become synonymous
with inadequacy often discourages parents from sending their children
to Inglewood,
or children from choosing to go to Inglewood.  But that is one rumor
that I can
confidently dispel.  Inglewood High has hired countless new teachers
in the past three years.
These new teachers provide a fresh new perspective of teaching that
students can relate
to.  Of course there are also the teachers who have the experience to
back up their teaching
methods.  With a myriad of years at Inglewood, these “veterans”,
as I like to call them,
have been with Inglewood through the bad to now enjoy the good.
Though some teachers
seem to have lost their passion for teaching, the rest are, in my
opinion, proud and
happy to teach at Inglewood.

Cinco
de Mayo is another tradition of Inglewood. But not the celebration of
the meaning
of Cinco de Mayo, but the annual riots that once took place.  If you
have lived in Inglewood
at any time during the past ten years, then you have heard or seen
these calamitous
events.  Based in racial tensions starting back in 1989, the riots
that occurred during
the Cinco de Mayo celebrations eventually became an excuse to cause
mayhem and get
out of school.  The execution of the two lunches program, in which
the student population’s
lunch was split into two separate lunches, has helped in bridling
possible trouble.
In conjunction with stricter rules and more security, Cinco de Mayo
is once again a
joy filled celebration rather than a destructive melee.

Now
I can say that I’m happy that I have gone to Inglewood, despite all
the changes
the school underwent.  My first year there was the last year of the
riots, the last year
with a principal that seemed ineffective, and the last year of young
innocence.  I grew up
that year.  I learned that people can be difficult, that one must not
be afraid of new ideas,
that life isn’t fair.  These ideas are difficult to grasp alone, and
sometimes I wish I had
someone there to help me. Advice I have for incoming Freshman would
be based upon
my personal experiences, so of course opinions may vary.

Teachers
are the backbone of a school, like previously mentioned.  So of
course students
would want to develop good relationships with teachers. Whether you
develop a friendly
relationship or just a teacher-student type of relationship, be sure
to always have respect
for the teacher.  I know of one teacher I had that was easily the
best teacher I had in
my fours years at Inglewood.  He was a Physical Science teacher.  The
stories he had to tell
were always interesting and fun to hear.  The affinity I had for this
teacher is a good example
of a friendly relationship.  Of course there is always that one
teacher, the one that truly
gives a student a hard time, or lack of respect.  In such a situation
I suggest that a student
simply leave that class and switch over to a different teacher.
Hopefully there will be
better luck with the next one.

High
school may not be a melting pot of different cultures, but it is a
place where new
faces and new ideas surface.  Even though junior high school
introduces you to different
people and ideas, high school is really where you meet the kids from
all over the city.
I remember I first heard of veganism is the ninth grade.  The whole
idea of someone not
eating anything that comes form an animal amazed me.  Of course, in
the next four years
I learned many other things, most of which I dare not mention here.

When
it came to friends, I was a very lucky guy.  Having a laid back and positive
attitude helped me meet many interesting and fun people in high
school, while still staying
close to my old friends..  And even when people weren’t my close
friends, I at least knew
them.  A “hello”, or a “what’s up”, was always a
good way to meet, greet, and start a
conversation with people.  But no matter who your friends are, never
be afraid or too shy
to meet someone new.  That someone new could become your next close
friend.

Yes,
high school is a place of learning, but that doesn’t mean you can’t
have fun. Enjoy
the company of your friends, open your mind, take in new experiences.
Inglewood High
is the next stage of a lifetime. Hopefully my words can help a young
Freshman into that
stage.