The Story Of My Life (thus far) — American Studies

On June 24, 2000 at 9:36 pm, I, John Patrick Barry, was born. I had a hectic start when I overcame Jaundice about a week into my life and dodged a blood transfusion about a week later, as the Jaundice had stopped. I lived in a different house when I was born, but I've been in my current house since I was about one. I was pretty crazy right off the bat, and from the pictures I’ve seen of myself as a kid, I truly wonder what I was doing, or why I was doing it.

The lid of the container is on my head. Why? No clue.

For the first couple years of my life, I had no idea what I really liked to do. I loved everything. I’ve always been really happy. By the time I was 5, I was playing every sport imaginable. I played basketball, baseball, soccer, I swam, I was a gymnast, I took karate, etc.

At the age of 8 I realized that what I really loved to do was play basketball. After being cut from a 4th grade travel team, I decided to not make that a habit, and made it the following year. Since then, I’ve played on the school team every single year, whether it be in middle school or high school. I’m also usually constantly hanging out with my friends.

Thursday Night

I spent the majority of my night watching The Office on Netflix. Can’t really do much on a Thursday night in August when I have homework due the next day.

I like Logic, and often times this song gets me hyped up or motivated to do something that I otherwise probably wouldn’t do. It’s not my favorite song, because I don’t have a favorite song.

My three biggest role models are all in this picture, basically. My mom, my dad, and my sister. My sister is younger than me so she isn’t really a “role model”, but because of her, I am forced to become one myself so that she can have another person to look up to.

One of my biggest dreams is to travel the world when I become a bit older. The picture is of the Colosseum, and although I do want to go there, it’s not the only thing I want to see. I’d love to go to Europe one day though.

I think these three photos are pretty self-explanatory. The first one is the stereotypical American in a nutshell, the second one is what gives Americans pride and represents our freedom and the third speaks for itself.

Photo credits to google and Wikipedia

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