To the ones who lied on their resume, saying they had the qualifications but didn’t. Cheating your way through school, copying tests, thinking you were then smartest of them all but you were the dumbest. Calling me a cheat, when I never cheated on a test or paper, but you targeted me? The truth always comes out. Not problem that you got arrested or that your cheating ways were exposed for the world to see. Having an ego thinking you above everyone or your smartest of them all gets you no where but in jail. Play stupid games and win stupid games, your dad with all the money can’t get you out of this one. You don’t scare me, you should be afraid of your cheating ways being exposed. Why did you think I didn’t take the victorian? I have been targeted enough and I didn’t need a title to prove my worth.

I have no hate towards Savannah or the education system, but being targeted out of jealousy because I had the highest GPA. I went into hiding and couldn’t wait to graduate so I could disappear. I just wanted to be forgotten. I will never walk those halls or be at my class reunion, I refuse. I rather not be reminded of the pain. It’s something that lives with for a lifetime. I realize I was always be target no matter what I do, because I am very rare. I am authentic, humble, wise and never let anything go to my head. I am always three steps ahead. I will always appreciate the education system because with any profession you will have sour apples. You eventually learn to accept who you are and you don’t let it affect you, but you choose to make a change. Lost in the memory, wasn’t forgetting the memory or reliving it but letting it teach you how to be stronger than who you were before.

I love using metaphors when it comes to writing the story of my life, it paints a picture of real life events that I experienced. A type of folk writing but it’s real life. Summer of 2019, on a balcony in Cornelia, Georgia. A land my father and grandparents owned, so many acres. As country as you could get, with home made cooking, and pound cake espically Peanut Butter before I became allergic to gluten. I would get lost in the woods, but I knew my way home. Tire swings, two campers that were playhouse, the view of the Blue Ridge Mountains would soon become a memory I could no longer visit. Growing up on a farm, with my four brothers and sister, it was my forever home but that all change in 2005. A memory I always dream of because I miss it so much. Since August 23rd, 2019 and April 28th, 2022, my life has never been the same. My grandfather who passed away on my lucky number, who loved music and weather. Who was a math teacher and bus driver. To my grandmother who was nurse and passed away in April when I was twenty-three years old. The rust on the door was vault I could no longer open or visit, but the memories remained.