My Journey is beginning!

Well I Started college at the beginning of this semester. It sucks so far. I really only want to do my algae business project. Algae is really the only thing I want to do. I've gotten to the point where I would say I have 80% of a business plan. I've decided that with ten thousand dollars I could start to get started on developing a business of growing algae for biofuel. The plan now is to work till I have ten thousand dollars and then buy 5 acres of land and dig a pit, and grow algae. So my roommate was able to hook me up with a job, should only take me about 6 months or so to save up ten grand. As things are always though, it will take much longer than that. So yeah thats my most recent update I'll let you guys know when things get closer, maybe I'll add some pictures of the property I want to buy.

Why algae

why do i want to do algae?

is it the money

is it the possibility of fame?

people tell me it can't be done

people say everyone else has already done it

people tell me that i will never make any money

people tell me the idea of growing algae is ludicrous

they tell me i shouldn't even try,

People laugh directly to my face as i tell them

i tell them my conviction to grow algae

to be the man that changed the face of oil

to bring jobs back into america

to bring our wealth americas history

our heritage our beliefs

to bring them back

bring them all back to america

maybe that's why i grow algae

or rather why i want to grow algae

because they don't want me to

and i want to

maybe its because i'm stubborn.

maybe its for America

Carnegie hall!

A few months ago my men's choir, Tactus was invited to sing at Carnegie hall. We will be one of only a couple high schools, and to my knowledge the only public high school to be asked to attend the event. The concert is set up by DCINY Distinguished Concerts International New York. The man who was curating the event was using you tube as a means to find groups to come sing, when he stumbled upon our version of "prayer of the children" (which is still on youtube you can look it up as Tactus ((BTW Tactus is not pronounced like cactus but more like TAHctoos))prayer of the children). So he found that he liked us he talked to his supervisor which is the director of Chanticleer who also is a director of one of the colleges down there, i think its UC Berkeley, Which surprise we had gone down there for our Choir tour two years ago and had stopped by him, so he knew we were good. So we got invited and we accepted the invitation. The problem is is that it is going to cost us upwards of $65k  to get our whole choir there, approximately $1700 per student, so we have been fundraising our butts of. What im really trying to say, is that if you're rich and you happen to read my blog, or even if you're not rich but would like to donate any amount, which is tax deductible, please visit our website sendustonyc.org thanks in advance.

my life revised 650 word version

Born in La Grande Oregon on February 4^th 1994 my brother Allan was born atypically. Flash forward 2 years, April 30^th, I am born healthy and loudly crying, my parents were happy for that, in Scottsdale Arizona. Flash forward two more years and a move to Los Angeles California, my sister Mia, also born atypically. What is atypical? My brother and sister were born with a genetic defect, Cri-Du-Chat, which is French for cry of the cat, they cry softly and quietly when young. Cri-Du-Chat also causes mental retardation, and other physical effects. For example my brother cannot gain weight, however he has great gross motor skills. My Sister has always been a chubby blonde haired child, she has terrible gross motor skills, but her fine motor skills are great. Here is snippet of my abnormal life.

            So flash forward to my first memories, I remember of my brother and sister, is of playing in the back yard of my current house, in the dirt. We owned two yellow steel Tonka trucks, and my brother and I would sit in our backyard and play with them, I never even realized he was developmentally delayed, until I was probably six. I knew that I was smarter and bigger than my sister, but I was older, I was also bigger and smarter than my brother, and I didn’t get that he was older than me. This confused me at the start, and I began to wonder why that was, eventually my parents explained the situation to me. Right then and there I loved my brother even more.

 He was always my friend, my loveable goofy brother who has the most contagious smile you have ever seen, though there is no perfect child. One day I remember quite vividly we have air vents in our floor. Allan pulled one out when I was probably ten; he just left it there, upside down. Keeping in mind he has been told not to play with the air vents and leave them out, they have sharp edges. However when I got in the room something entirely different made me mad and I literally was hopping mad I’m sure you get the rest of the picture. That’s my awesome brother for you, in a nutshell, loveable and goofy, sometimes obnoxious.

            My sister is a goof ball too. She would always go in my room, and “borrow” (*cough* steal *cough*) my stuff and play with it, and when I would get home from football or wrestling she would go and hide, of course not what I enjoyed most. A year ago she was diagnosed with Angioimmunoblastic T-cell Lymphoma; this diagnosis is beyond rare for anyone under the age of 20 having only a couple diagnoses ever. She went through her first round of chemo, no longer chubby. She went to Salt Lake City in early November to get a bone marrow transplant from her own cells, anticipated to be there for three months came home in early December on my dad’s birthday, with new dark brown hair. They thought that the cancer was gone, they were wrong. In June they found the cancer was back so they started several new drugs for chemo. Currently my sister is in Salt Lake City with my mother, and they have a month left. This time however the donor of the bone marrow was our sister Jessica age five, so far in early October everything seems good, and she should be home with my mom in a month.

            I realize that I have really told the background of my siblings, and that’s because they are what has made me. My siblings have taught me so many things; patience, responsibility, Trust, understanding, listening, patience, love, respect, kindness, long suffering, and did I mention patience. My siblings are who I am, and I am their protector.