September 11, 2000
I do not consider myself old or that knowledgeable
yet, but one thing I do consider myself to have is history. History
is something everyone has, no matter how old they are. Some may
just have a more complicated history than others. My history is
one that some of it I am not proud of and some of it I am ecstatic
I was born June 9, 1986 in Stanford Hospital,
California. My parents are Candace Burley Neale-May and Donovan
Neale-May. My mother has always called me her miracle child because
doctors said my mother could never have kids again. So after she
and my father adopted my brother about six months later they found
out she was pregnant with me. The doctors my mother worked with
said that she should have an abortion because they were sure I would
be born retarded. But my mother said no and I was born a miracle
I was born into a great family, with loving
parents, an older brother and one older sister. As a child, I went
many places such as Jamaica and South Africa. At age four, I started
at Buttons and Bows pre-school in Palo Alto California. After one
year there I then transferred to Saint Joseph's school. At age five
I started kindergarten and became very active, always on the move.
The next year I went into first grade and found
out that my activeness came from a learning disability called ADHD.
This disability impacted me a lot over the next six years. In second
grade I got a tutor because I was behind in reading. This tutor
helped me so much that I caught up to the rest of the class by the
end of the year.
The next years were normal, but I had behavioral
problems from the ADHD. In fifth grade I had the worst time of my
life. My parents got divorced and my teacher was a real witch, but
I managed to pull through by the skin of my teeth. Sixth grade was
rough because I was still getting over my parents' divorce, but
I had a much better year. At the end of seventh grade I found a
great new doctor and I finally, after eight years, got on the right
medicine for my ADHD.
When eighth grade rolled around I was excited
and I was even more excited because of graduation. I had graduated
from the only school I really ever knew and needed a fresh start.
I looked around at high schools in my area for a while but I couldn't
find one that suited me, so I started to look at boarding schools
and that's when I stumbled upon New Hampton. I was just in awe of
the facilities, the community, and the policies. I knew after I
left that it was the perfect place for me. Just coming here has
been a major chapter in my little book of history, but even as I
sit here writing this paper, I am making my own personal history
because every second I use is another second in history.