I grew up in Los Angeles, and I traveled from city to city, state to state, for my fathers job. I went to school in Santa Barbara, Studio city, and Miami. I lived with my Mother and Father, and my cat Zorro. I began elementary school at Carpenter, a school located in studio city. I attended that school for 6 years (K-5). I graduated, then applied and got into a school in North hollywood. At about this time, my parents seperated, and my life was changed. We started living in two houses. We kept this up for 2 years until it was finalized that my parents were getting divorced. I got into Weseley and I was welcomed with open arms. I had a great time, and I attended for two years. Then one day we were out for donuts, and my mom proposed the idea of moving to Santa Barbara. I reluctantly agreed to this Idea, having no clue what I was in for. A couple months later, we moved. My dad hadnt moved yet, so he was staying in a hotel in solvang. Little did I know, this move stopped me from being able to see him every week, as I have only stayed with him 3 time since we moved. This is supposed to keep up for 2 years. I applied to Laguna Blanca school and I got in. When I came, I was not welcomed. I had made a new friend before school started, and thats the only friend I had. I was constantly made fun of and was feeling down. Then, laguna took us to the granada, and we got to see Scott kelly talk about his experiences in space, and I was inspired to go to mars.