Gaston Field

Part 1:

Honestly I prefer to be alone and not speak and I also do not like it when people feel compelled to try and cheer me up or talk to me because they think I am sad. This particular aspect of my life is one that I have reflected on and have given a great amount of thought, mostly because it affects me and haunts my thoughts every single day. My behavior even prompts my parents to point out how unhealthy they think my silence is, that I will not be successful when I grow up because I will let too many opportunities go by me. This will all happen because I am not a talkative person; in fact it will happen because I am not the norm. Perhaps the problem is just that there are not enough people like me. Maybe I am just angry at those people who do not understand me. Maybe that is why when people come and talk to me to cheer me up or because they feel sorry for me I get angry. They just do not understand me and the way I am. Honestly I wish people would just leave me alone about the fact that I do not talk all that much, they should just accept that I am not a sociable person.

Part 2:

To find quiet peace in San Diego you must take a trip to one of it many beaches. The sound as the waves slowly come rolling in will truly put you at ease. Here one can truly be alone with themselves in order to reflect on their life. Since the beaches are often crowded during the weekend you must go to the beach during the week. To find that silent peace that the beach has you must be alone. Once you find a quiet place in the sand you will be able to understand the reason I prefer to be alone.

Part 3:

I was born March 10, 1990, the first of two children.

Of my family it can be said that they are very hardworking. My parents work so hard that my brother and I only see my Mother in the morning and at night and my Father only every weekend. Family has always been important to my family especially my Father, because of this most of my weekends are spent doing things with my family. This of course impacts my social life outside of school which is non existent. My parents have never been exactly been accepting of the fact that I am not a social person. Perhaps they have indirectly encouraged my quiet unsociable ways.

In fact my parents have forced me to do many things that I have not wanted to do. This is true for many children the world over but, in my case they have forced me to do things that they think will make me a more social person. One instance would be Model United Nations. Perhaps I should never have expressed any interest in MUN but, once my parents caught wind of the MUN program here at High Tech High I knew that one way or another they would force me into doing it. At first it was alright but, as of late my interest in it has waned. Even if quitting ever crossed my mind I would not tell them. This is because they would give me hell before they ever let me quit.

Part 4:

When it has come to any sort of game I have been consistently underestimated. Whether the game is dodgeball or tetherball did not matter, my peers have always considered me to be of lesser physical fitness. One such instance would be the game of football. Personally I think football should be the new American pass time but, that is beside the point. The game of football requires several things: speed, physical fitness and a bit of aggression. It is for these reasons that I was always discounted and yet also why my ability would always surprise my peers. The game of football is a simple one. The center hikes the ball to the quarterback who then throws it to one of his receivers. I have always filled the role of a receiver because no matter how well I can throw that ball it never seems to translate well during a game. Most games the guy covering me never does it very well. In fact there have been times where I was not covered on my teams’ first possession. All that can be said is that on the next possession the other team does not make the same mistake.

Part 5:

When most people look back on the way they knew their Father when they were a kid they more often then not remember thinking of him as some big strong fearless guy. Their Father always had the answers and was always working. In a way I still think of my Father in this way. It was not till recently that I noticed that he is like me in many ways. For instance my Father for as long as I remember has not been at home for a whole week. He has always been home on the weekends and never during the week. He certainly never talks about or goes out with friends. As far as I can tell he normally spends his time alone like me. This new realization certainly sheds a new light on light my Father that I never really thought about before.