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January 7th will always be remembered as a great day for the Miron family; being the day that I, Thomas Michael Miron, was born. At 3:06 pm, the doctors at Fitzgerald Mercy Hospital decided to do an emergency C-section. I was already three weeks late and getting antsy. When the doctors induced artificial labor, they noticed my heart beat slowing down significantly. They concluded that my umbilical cord was rapped around my neck, causing a lack of oxygen, which in-turn slowed down my heart rate. After five hours the whole ordeal was over and I was welcomed into the world. When I was born I had a common condition among newborns called jauntiest. This is where your liver stops working and your skin turns a pale shade of yellow. After spending my first week in the world in a hospital, I was sent home. I arrived to my new house in a champagne colored 1985 Peugeot, not bad for my first car ride. I got out of the car to see a moderate two bedroom town house in Pennsylvania, where I would live for the first two years of my life. My new family consisted of my father, Herman Miron jr. (I could have been Herman the 3rd), my mother, Kathy Miron, and a cat named Scooter. Although I loved everyone in my new family, not all of them liked me. Scooter our cat, held a slight grudge against me for having taken over his room. My grandmother was always afraid he might try and smother me in my sleep. Though I don’t remember much about the first house I lived in, a lot of important events in my life took place there. Such as, my first words, steps, teeth and major holidays. For my very first Halloween my parents dressed me up as a devil, now they think they predicted the future. When I was two we moved into a new home. It was a three story stone house on Old Orchard Rd in Media Pennsylvania. This house was huge compared to our previous town house. Downstairs it had a kitchen, dinning room, living room, powder room, and foyer. Upstairs there were 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The third level was a two room attic with a-frame ceilings. One of those rooms would soon become my play room. I attended pre-school near by at Rose Tree Day School from the time I was three till I was five. One of my most memorable stories from Pre-school is a funny one. You see, when I was young my favorite show was The Simpson, so I decided to play a trick on one of my teachers that I had seen on the show. I told my teacher to hold out her hand and I would tell her fortune. When she did, I said that she was going to be very wealthy and I told her how I could see her mansion, tennis courts, and (right after spitting in her hand) her swimming pool. Although all of the kids around me found it hilarious, the principle didn’t think it was too amusing because it was right in the middle of the AIDs epidemic. Needless to say my parents were called in and I got in trouble (but it was worth it.) When I was six my family and I went to the happiest place on earth, Disney World. This was a great trip because I got to meet my idols, The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. There were only two downsides to the trip, the first one was, I couldn’t get the Turtles signatures. I had wanted to collect all of there autographs in a book I had, but they couldn’t sign because there hands were made out of hard plastic and couldn’t grip a pen. The second shortcoming of the trip I wasn’t aware of until about nine months later, when my sister was born. I attended Rose Tree Elementary from kindergarten through fifth grade. Many exciting and disobedient events took place through my elementary years. When I was in the third grade, the school got remodeled. So they sent all of the children to different schools in the area. The third grade was sent to Glenwood elementary. I didn’t have many friends that year, so I was doing whatever I could to be part of a group. The only problem was that the group of kids that I wanted to be part of wasn’t exactly a good one. For example, one day at lunch, I was dared by one of the kid to write a profanity on the back of a Styrofoam lunch tray and place it on top of the stack of trays to be recycled. So I choose to take the dare and wrote “F***K YOU MR.S BROWN” in big letters with a sharpie. I carefully set the tray on top of the pile and walked away, shortly thereafter I was called up to the office. Apparently Mrs. Brown, the lunch monitor, had seen the whole thing and I was in bigger trouble then I had ever been in my life. The only problem with our educational disciplinary system is that once someone gets punished for there wrong doing, it spreads through the school before you return from your punishment. Since Mrs. Brown was known around school as “The Witch,” upon my return I was treated like a king, making my punishment infinitesimal in the back of my mind. So later when I was challenged with yet another dare, I took it up. While waiting in the cafeteria for school to start one day, some of the kids I was with were talking about the fire alarm. They said that when you pulled up the plastic guard, that protected it from getting bumped into, it would go off. I disagreed strongly saying that if the alarm went off when you pulled up the guard then there would be no need for the actual alarm underneath. They dared me to do it, and needless to say, I soon found out that I was wrong when I attempted to lift the guard to show them. As soon as the teacher came around to check what was going on, the kids I was with were couldn’t wait to rat me out. Towards the end of my last year in Elementary school I was shocked to find out that my dad had been offered a job in California and was considering taking it. During spring break of my fifth grade year, we came out to California to look for a house. By mid July we moved in to our house and a few weeks later I was attending Foothill Middle School. My first day at Foothill was one of the scariest days in my life. Not only was I moving from elementary school to middle school, but my middle school was across the country. At first I was frightened because I didn’t know anyone at all, but since I had six classes per day, I got to meet a lot of new people. After getting over the initial shock, I think my three years in middle school were some of the hardest academically. I think it was a combination of the material and not being prepared. My grades dropped from A’s to C’s real fast, and my parents started pressuring me about college. I completed Northgate High School in June of 2005, and went on to attend Portland State University. I am currently studieing graphic design and sailing for the schools sailing team. you can find more information about the sailing team at, www.sailing.groups.pdx.edu.