The Story of Me: Part 2
I have been struggling with whether or not I should put this out in the open for some time now. What I am about to write is about me, only a different me. One that is so far removed from myself today, something for which I am very grateful. I always want to tell the truth on my blog. I want to write and not hold back. This blog is for me: to remind me of where I have come from, what I have gone through, and what I will experience until my time here on this earth is up. I write about the funny stories of my past and present, but I also write about deeper, sometimes darker times in my life. This story details the darkest. Read Part 1 of the story here.
And home we went. It's crazy how big an impression that city made on me. I would eventually go back there when I went to University. It was my first choice school and it was a hard one to get into, but I did it. My way.
I had procured a kitten while living in our little apartment on Park Street. He came with me. Sonic was his name. I think it was good for me to have a little responsibility in my life. I continued to do drugs for a while under my parents roof. Believe me when I say that they had no clue. When you do it as much as I did, for as long as I did, it becomes a normal part of your daily life. They thought I was weird, sure, but never on any drugs. At least, that's what I thought.
I was spending my days reading, sleeping, and laying up in my dark bedroom. This went on for a few months before my parents told me that I either had to go back to school, or get a job. I agreed that I would go back to school but only on one condition: I choose the type of school I attended. No more regular classroom for me. I hated it. So we began doing research into alternative schools. I went to an interview at one school, and the guy who ran it was an asshole. I needed a nurturing soul not a drill seargant. Not for me. My mom set up a meeting at an alternative school named Genesis. We were about to meet the two teachers that worked there when I got cold feet. I told my mom I didn't think I could do it. I couldn't go back. Not after all that time. I was scared. She looked me straight in the eye, squared her shoulders and said, "That's fine. When we get home you can pack your clothes and leave". I had never seen her so serious in my life. It scared me even more. She knew I didn't want to go back out there. I was just a kid. Later when I was in my 20s, my mom told me that was one of the hardest things she had to say to me at the time. Because she knew she was taking a gamble. She knew that it could go either way with me; that I would have taken her up on it and she would lose me again. Possibly for good this time. Her little girl. Mom 1, Kato 0.
I attended Genesis for almost 2 years, until I was 17. In that time I met a friend named M, who also attended the school. M was my age and had a daughter who was a year old. She had been living on the streets for a long time, heavy into drugs when she became pregnant. She instantly moved back home to have the baby. When I met her she was a beautiful young lady, with a secure head on her shoulders. I knew I would learn a lot from her. She was far away from that girl who slept on sidewalks, and I was amazed at her inner strength and what an absolute wonderful mother she was to her daughter. I started spending a few days at a time at her house, as it was closer to the school then my parents house, which was an hour's drive away. Eventually I 'lived' at her house from Monday to Friday, visiting my own family on weekends. I lived that way on and off for a year or so. It was cleansing. It helped me to repair my relationship with my folks. I stopped doing drugs. I ripped the heavy blankets off of my bedroom window, and I let that sun shine in until I was blinded by it. I wanted to start over. Seeing the strength that M had, I knew I could do it too. She helped me see that anyone can change, any way they want to.
After two years at Genesis, I knew my time there was done. I had grown enough to know that I could make it somewhere else. Beside's, the school I went to was only supposed to be for a few months, a time for a person to get back on their feet and move on, and I had been there for 2 years! I dropped out again and continued my studies from home, but it was a slow process. I got a full time job as a nanny to three kids, which humbled me and made me grow up a little bit more. I worked with that family for a little over a year when I decided, at 18-years-old, it was time to take another stab at high school. 'Normal' high school. My worst nightmare.
End of part 2