A Short Briefing About Me

Everything started at 1995, December 7. After eighteen years, here I am writing about me.

My name is Jhonny Moreira, also known as “Jhonnoso” or “Jhonnex” (both nicknames are stories for another post), and I am 18. Most of my stories will be written in two languages, the english and the portuguese.

The learning is something that I appreciate a lot, so I try not use any kind of excuse (such as money, time or anything related) to not learn new stuff. For the last 4 years I’ve been trying hard to master English all by myself and around 2 years to learn things about Web Design, Design and Computer Science.

The Beggining

Just as the most of the brazillian kids, I had a dream to become a soccer player, but this is not a good way to start writing about me and who I am today, I guess. So, let’s make this more interesting.

As most of the kids in the world, I had a dream to become a doctor, but this is a good way to start, since my life changed thanks to it.

When I was younger, I mean, really younger, around 3 to 4 years old, I had a few allergy problems which caused me to take some strong medicines, but the counter effects just appeared around eight years after the use, when I was 12. And what was the counter effects? Well, it will surely sound a lot weird to you, but started to grew “boobs” on me.

You may think: “What the fuck? Are you serious? You really mean boobs?”. And the only answer to you is: “Yes, I am being extremelly serious, Padawan”.

This problem is called “Gynecomastia”, and it affected me a lot, not because of the fact that I had boobs, but because of the people around me and the way they started to look at me. First, I have to say, this is not something that appears from day to night, and in some cases there’s chance to appear and in months disappear. The bad thing, so I can start, is that I’m not part of the lucky people which Gynecomastia disappeared.

For almost four years I had to deal with the problem and it was just making me even worse. The surgery was expensive, being the cause to take so much time to do it. Maybe you are asking yourself: “Right, but what all of this have to do with you seeking the dream to be a doctor?”. Nice question, by the way. Now you’ll understand.

The soccer, until 11, was my main goal and the dream ended because of the year of 2008, when my parents decided to invest in a new business. It’s a little bit confuse, I know, but this new investment made me change school, not making available to continue witch the soccer. So, it is where the dream started and ended. Again, you may ask yourself: “What the fuck?”. Let me explain.

The Medicine school, as you all know, is something REALLY difficult, at least here in Brazil, since you have tests to reach the public Universities, and the paid ones, well, I’m not financially on the level. So think with me. What a 10 years old children will say about something that is truly difficult to reach? In my case, my answer was: “Sorry, but I give up.”

The Middle

When I was on the 5th Grade my parents bought me a computer, but I never tought that the computer would become my life. I was the kind of noob that didn’t know how to break line, even print a text. So how can you imagine a guy who was a total mess using the computer turning to be a heavy user of it and loving the computear areas? Well… I don’t know, but it explains a lot of myself.

With two choices turned down, the computer was my last chance. For a while, I didn’t made any progress, then I met people that used to work with with differents areas related to technology, such as hardware, Web Design, Design and even the Development, it was the point that made me change.

Everything started with a software, that I guess you never heard of (jk! [: ), the Photoshop. I used to love creating things and I was on a phase that I used to draw a lot, but draw my stuff (I mean, I still draw, but not that much). Starting with the Photoscape, then going to Photoshop, there was so much difference, but when I reach the Photoshop, it seems like I met a whole new world.

Some tutorials here, some tutorials there, and bam, found out a school to take come classes about Design (the softwares, such as Illustrator, Photoshop). The cool part? I spent almost two years there, made amazing friends and I was and still am proud to be one of the best students of the Illustrator and Photoshop class. The bad part? The last 8 months was the worst time of my life. Why? Because I had to use Dreamweaver and Flash. Dude… I hate those softwares and having classes of it just made what I love to be what I hate. And there is a third part, the part that I felt so proud of myself, that the only new stuff to me was the Illustrator, which is one of the best things to me.

After all of this, the passion with Web Design grew and I was learning it. Even with the love by the Front-End development, I want to be a Back-End developer. For those who don’t understand these therms: Front-End = Visual Stuff & Back-End = The gear.

The End

(Of the story)

At 2012 I had the opportunity to do the surgery of Gynecomastia. So you can understand the timeline and I can continue:

1995 — I was born.

2006 — My parents bought me a computer.

2007 — Gynecomastia appears.

2008 — Whole new life and give up from soccer.

2009 — Started with English and Computer self-learning.

2011 — Started Design classes.

2012 — Opportunity to do the Gynecomastia Surgery, give up from the Design classes and finished the High School.

When I had the chance to do the surgery I met a very nice doctor also one of the nicest person I had the chance to met. He made the dream of being a doctor something to think about. It was horrible. I spent some nights awake just because of it. The choice was made, again, I wanted to be a doc.

I did everything that I could, but I guess it was too late, since I was on the 3rd year of the High School. I tried just one University, the University of São Paulo, and I failed. So, as a second try, in 2013, right after finishing High School, I took classes in a kind of school that in Brazil we call “pré-vestibular” (The “vestibular” is just like the SAT for the americans, but every University has their own test.), at the year of 2013, the admission grade for Medicine school was 73, 73 of 90 questions. I failed again.

It was so fucking bad, but I didn’t want to give up again just because it was hard. So, here we are, 2014, and I tried again. But this time, I couldn’t complete. The money problems came out and I had to give up the pré=vestibular.

The money was something that was making me crazy just to think about, because everything related to Medicine is about money. I didn’t have a second plan. The books at the University and everything was just too much expensive that I couldn’t afford. My dad? He just want one thing, see me working and that’s all.

And now, the timeline updated:

1995 — I was born.

2006 — My parents bought me a computer.

2007 — Gynecomastia appears.

2008 — Whole new life and give up from soccer.

2009 — Started with English and Computer self-learning.

2011 — Started Design classes.

2012 — Opportunity to do the Gynecomastia Surgery, give up from the Design classes and finished the High School.

2013 — Started Pré-Vestibular, failed the Vestibular.

2014 — Started Pré-Vestibular and had to quit.

So, right now, I’m looking for a job and again, trying to learn computer stuff. It’s hard sometimes, but nothing that I can’t deal with.

If you read it all, I just want to say thanks. If you don’t, well… You’ll not see this message. This is me, who I am today after 18 years. From today, I’ll post at least 2 texts a week, but I want to do a daily text.