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Hi, my name is William. I was born in Brooklyn on October 2, 1994. That day, a god was born, heehee. I consider myself to be full of potential and I’m not afraid to say that I’m too lazy to use it all. I grew up in Canarsie. I grew up in a house where I learned many manners, lessons I use even today. It is also where I learned to draw. My grandfather was a great artist, he drew in his own private time and still does. I use some of the methods he used to make his drawings look amazing. I was self-taught until I got to my art school, Gotham Academy in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. My teacher, Andrew, really helped keep me focused on my art.
I am fifteen years old, yet I look older (I’m quite a looker). I am five feet, ten inches last time I checked, which is really tall for my age. I am African American and part Cherokee. That’s what makes my hair so great. I’m known to be friendly with people, regardless of how long I’ve known them. As long as they return the feelings, it’s all good. I’ve been told by many friends in school that that they have never seen me angry. I find that odd, but it’s the truth. The only down time for me is being bored, hungry, or saddened by something sudden. I like playing video games a lot, drawing, and hanging out with my people—family and friends.
My best friends are Devin and Gregory. I’ve been through so much with them. They probably know more about me than my family. It’s the kind of trust you have with someone because you know they are just like you. Of course, they are months older than me. What can I say? I started school early, but I am taller than just about all of my friends—they are still hoping to catch up with me. I do well in school despite the student-teacher tension that many of us may be used to. I hardly get in trouble in school; and if I do, it’s nothing more than talking too much in class. Either way, I get my work done. I’m one of those people who just blend into a crowd, but can do something spontaneous out of nowhere. I forgot to mention I may be random at times, it’s one of my great personalitiy traits that makes me a good person.
I have two little brothers that look up to me even though they never admit it. They follow whatever I do. Zachary is twelve, and Josiah is eleven. I love them, but as we all know, sibling rivalry is quite a common thing. I’m often the mediator, helping them settle their disputes. I have to admit, I may cause a little bit of trouble with them sometimes, but nothing my mom can’t resolve with a good, “Where are all your games?” or “I guess I can use the money you were going to get for some gas.” I love my mom. No matter how deep her threat hits me (always having to do with taking what I like), I always know she is doing everything she does for us. My mom, besides my grandmother, works the hardest out of everyone in the house. She is a parole officer. My father wasn’t really around in my life, but I’ve often seen and heard from him. When he heard I had an internship here at the Whitney, he was overcome with joy. He was actually happier than me. He told me often that he was extremely proud of me and brought my brothers and me over to spend a weekend with him. I got to meet so many family members I didn’t even know I had. I have family all over Brooklyn. That’s enough for now. I’ll go more in depth next time, but until then, the cow says moo.