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October 6th 1998; I was born. I cannot recollect the early parts of my life, so I will start when I think my narrative takes importance. Although there are many moving stories and you may be tired of them, here is mine. My family moved to Los Angeles when I was about 4 and unlike those other move in stories, it didn’t really affect me as much, but it probably affected my parents. We lived in this small apartment complex with two bedrooms; it was a step up in our life. This apartment complex was on the outskirts of LA so we didn’t have to worry about the traffic or the other plethora of problems that LA caused. Also, there were a lot of other kids in the complex so I had friends to play with and wasn’t really lonely.
Things shifted when I went to elementary school, I was pretty smart for a little kid, I mean I knew how to add and subtract like a boss (and still do), but I didn’t really have friends in elementary since I was kind of small and I guess a bit of bullied for that, so I usually kept to myself. I remember one time where I was playing handball, a playground game where I have become amazingly great at, and some kid just pushed me because he simply could. I don’t really want to make you sad for little Soham, but I’m sort of glad that I was bullied, those experiences made me into a less sensitive person, so insults and other stuff don’t really matter. Since then I’ve went by the saying “you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk”, a necessary lesson to learn at a young age.
As I transition to middle school, I thought it was going to be the same as elementary, so my game plan was sticking to myself. For the most part, I kept to myself but something different happened, I met inspiring teachers that told me that I can be more and that if I really wanted it, I could become anything. In 7th grade, my grades were bad, boasting two Cs in English and Math, which made my life not fun at home, with my parents constantly bickering about grades. So I decided that 8th grade I’m going to turn it all around, and I did. Boasting straight A’, I felt like the perfect hackneyed Indian boy with good grades. My parents were satisfied and they got me video games to play so I was satisfied. In an Indian household, good grades equal good life, simple equation that I figured out to solve.
And then high school hit me like a train, not only did I have a good group of friends, I had great teachers who helped me succeed no matter what I wanted to do, except Ms. Jones. My friends are probably the most important thing that has happened to me in all of the schooling I ever had. These people are the embodiment of me and I am of them, so if you want to really know me ask Ricky, Nick, and Peter, these guys know the inside and out of me. I talk about my schooling and how that affected my life, I know that, but I think school really is the most important that happened in my life. Come to think about it, my life has been school; I spent around 6 hours a day (11 in high school) in one place eating shitty cafeteria food. I love my life.