A random Blog Post about Myself

Choosing a name for me became more of a hassle than an actual privilege. Yet, Kenny seemed like a reasonable appellation. After my birth in the city of Springfield, where nonsense roamed the streets, my mother decided to pack our things and move to Holyoke, Mass. The birthplace of Volleyball became my home for the first 10 years of my life. My family later moved to Chicopee then decided that Holyoke was just a better living environment.
My name means, “Born of Hell-Fire,” and “Handsome” in old Scottish tongue. I never knew this until I researched it for my fourth grade class assignment. I attended Marcella Kelly Elementary School between the ages of six and twelve. My current occupation as a full-time student in MCLA constantly reminds me of my elementary education and how I have changed over the years.
As a child, I thought the world fought against me. I believed that my teachers also fought against me. As if they never wanted to see me succeed. I thought I did things the right way when writing and my teachers totally disagreed. They constantly critiqued my work and sometimes discredited my work as Under the Standard.
Now I know that my teachers only cared to improve my writing skills not degrade them. Now, as a student majoring in the Fine and Performing Arts, I use my writing as an art form. To express myself within the world of artistic abilities is my goal. The arts fulfill me. I dance to relieve stress and feel comfortable in front of crowds. I sing and write to express my inner thoughts and emotions. Also, I play drums because I can. Art is my verb.
I enjoy eating. The fact that my body can consume any material that is fit for the human anatomy makes me happy. I love observing the texture and the quality of a well made dinner. I love eating out at fast-food shops; especially McDonalds, Burger King and Wendy’s. I also enjoy eating at restaurants like Olive Garden and Mr. Hyde’s.
I was given this assignment to write about myself in a 500 word essay with out using the “To be” verbs. This assignment couldn’t have come at a better time. I didn’t think I could nail it. This assignment became very difficult when I started running out of things to say about myself. Of course, my instructor did state that this one particular assignment would test me and my ability as a writer. I didn’t believe her. I kind of just disregarded what she had said during that one class. My mind went wondering like a students mind tends to do. So, now it seems that I could only write things that have no importance in this essay. Great assignment professor.
In my pursuit to write about myself in an essay with out using the “To be” verbs, I have gained a skill that could be useful in any future assignment.