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When I was ten I sat down on the rug in the middle of my attic playroom and wrote down a plan that mapped out the rest of my life.
Even before I stopped wearing footie pajamas and demanding bedtime stories, I knew exactly what I wanted from life, and I had a pretty good idea of how to get it.
I was going to become a star athlete and dominate in volleyball, football[soccer], and track and field. I was going to play sports until I couldn't anymore, and by that time I would be so rich and famous that I wouldn't ever need to get a job- I could retire, and live the rest of my days out in luxury. And ever since then, I've lived my life to accomplish that goal.
Or rather, I tried to live my life so I could achieve that goal. But school got in the way- unfortunately, I had to play sports in college before I could go pro and, at the rate I was going, I wasn't going to make it to college.
I'd never been good in school- behaviorally or academically. I didn't get diagnosed with ADHD until I was almost nine, so until then I got labeled lazy and disruptive, and got two or three timeouts and other punishments per day. After the diagnosis wasn't much better- every time I acted out I'd get sent to the social worker, and after school that day the principal would call and ask them if my medication needed a dosage adjustment.
It was like that all through secondary school, too. I brought home bad grades and sports trophies, but regardless of what I showed my parents, I would get scolded for not doing enough to make sure I got what I wanted in my future.
This year, my third year of high school, I started slacking off like all the other third-years, except slacking off for me was much more serious, considering I was close to or already failing every class except PE.
Combine my tanking grades with my less than consistent attendance record, my disruptive tendencies, and my love of pranks that make huge messes, and you've got a problem child whose problems have problems.
When I and a couple of other guys in my class filled 80% of the school's air conditioning vents with glitter, it was the last straw. I was expelled, but not after I helped clean up at least 15 of the 60 pounds of glitter we had sprayed in just about every room in the building.
After taking away my phone and my sports privileges, my parents worked frantically to find a school that would take me two-thirds of the way through the first semester despite my horrible record. I've got to hand it to them for managing that, but the school was in a completely different district of Japan. In order for me to graduate- if I ever got my grades up, that is- we had to move so I could go to my new school- Karasano high.