Rambling -- About me

My name is Nicholas and this is literally my corner of the web. In my last post, I explained what you would expect on this website, so here is the first literal piece of content.

Me

I am thirteen years old, and I am consider myself many things. I am personally fluent in one set of programming languages, and that is HTML5 and CSS3. For those of who, don't know what HTML5 and CSS3 is, well it is basically the backbone of creating a website. Creating a website from scratch is simple as can be for most. I personally learnt HTML5 and CSS3 in about 2 hours, but even to this day I am still learning tricks, and going even more advanced in HTML5.

Basically in the last paragraph, for those of who can guess what I want my career to be, kudos! :P

I personally want to be a Web Developer if possible. To me coding in html, is like reading a book or playing a game. It can be very fun, and it can make you tear your hair out.

My past

This subject is sensitive to me. But I will talk about it considering that all of you will read more from me. So I personally believe you deserve to hear it. When I was younger, I moved around a lot. Transfered to many different schools and this continued for quite a while. Finally in, early 2011, I moved back to the town of Austin, Indiana. I was looking forward to meeting up with my old friends, and looking forward for making new ones.

It wasn't what I thought it was.

During my time there, I met up with close friends of mine, and even made some new ones. There was this one kid, named, well I don't want to release any names, so I will just name him "Bob".

Bob essentially just started picking on me in a sense. I brushed it off thinking it was just going to stop, I was completely wrong.

After awhile it just got worse and worse. Finally to the point that he brought in his friends. From day to day, his friends and him kept calling me names, such as "queer, fag, gay, faggot, homosexual, stupid" and other names. I could spend an hour saying each name. Just after awhile it got to me.

For months on end I went to the principle and the councilor. They kept saying the would do something. All they did was talk to him and nothing was ever resolved. Finally in late November-December-ish, the police got involved. The exact stuff I really won't say, but it was basically on the lines of bullying and harassment. Everything stopped. I was fine over Christmas break, came back to school in January, everything was fine for a month or two.

The same kid and his friends started back up again. This time it only lasted for a few weeks. The police were involved AGAIN and everything stopped. Since "Bob" was African-American, the school played the race card, and he was suspended for three days and returned. But by the time he came back, I was transfered to another school ten miles away.

Well I guess that this wraps it up for this blog. Please note that I do not want sympathy because I was bullied. Thousands of kids worldwide get bullied every day.

-nick