Bobby’s Origins
Fairmount Park. Fairmount is right off Airport Road, here in Everett, Washington. If you’re going to know who I am, you’re going to need to know where I came from. My name is Bobby and Fairmount Park is where I was made. My family and I, with my two sisters, who would be three sisters later, moved in to this place at the end of 8th grade. Moving there at this point of my life would set up for a great time at high school.
Fairmount Park used to be military housing for the Navy, but that’s just what I heard. As far as the stories go back, thats the only one i believe and because I dont know the offical first person to live there, there is not a lot to go off of. This was a complex of duplex’s, with great fields for football and woods for tree-houses. Me and my best friend/brother Kurtus, built a tree house outside a vacant unit one summer. By the time the summer was over, we were done and the house looked great, but it didnt last long. Someone else moved in and they tore it down because it was in their backyard.
We moved there from Reflections by the Lake, which was a nice apartment complex next to silver lake, and at first there was nothing new about another place to live at. But that was before I met everyone.
When I lived in Fairmount, I was introduced to a LOT of things. I grew fascinated with my imagination and always wrote short stories for both school and myself. My freshman year at Mariner High School I had a piece, of a short story of mine, published into the Argo book. The Argo book was a book full of all types of literature: paintings, drawings, poems, short stories, etc. That was the boost of confidence I needed.
My uncle Tony, out of nowhere, came to stay with us for a while and he gave me some life lessons. He taught me how to fight,which was something that I would need to know considering the fact that two weeks later I would have gotten jumped by two people. It was WASL week so I got to sleep in as a Sophmore. Once I woke up, got dressed, ate some food, I left the house. On a back street to Mariner High School two tall guys apporached me and asked for some change. I told them I didnt have any (When in reality, i had well over $200 of valued things in my pockets) and they said "Empty your pockets or im going to start swinging". Of course I'm not going to empty out my pockets for THEM, so I stepped back and took the beating. It could have been alot worse if my uncle wouldnt have taught me what he knows. But most importantly he introduced me to music.
Music is such a powerful representation of knowledge and understanding of life. I feed of the beats of songs and created great music, I absolutely loved the wordplay. Writing music exercises my mind, and with a lot of life experience from the streets, it just creates a very exciting theme to my music.
I just couldn’t get enough of music. With my stories intertwined with my songs, I became a very strong lyricist, or at least my confidence told me so. I thought I was a great writer and so did my peers, but as I progressed through my high school English classes, I noticed room for great improvement.
Coming into this College English class I had STILL not developed ability for analysis in music. But since I have started this class, I have grabbed that common sense to transition between paragraphs and take feedback towards a great cause. I have learned a lot in this class and so far I have incorporated every single bit into my writing, making me a better and more effective writer. If I were to give you my recorder that i have all my music on and let you listen to every single song from beginning to end, you would notice the improvemnt on transitions (easy to follow), or my work of emphasism.
To keep my dreams more realistic for the moment, I plan to take on my degree in nursing. But I honestly hope and I strictly have faith in the fact that one day I will skip all the underground music and hit the top charts as one of the smartest and most fluent writers of these days.
But for the mean time I'm going to have you look at a couple of my writing articles. I chose four pieces to represent my development to a better writer and they are: My Major Writing Assingment, Critical Thinking, an Effective Writing Paper, and my Writers Choice.
