mcsc

i'm supposed to be writing an autobiography for my sociology class but i can't stop but think, this is my life, this is the blood and bones that make me and you want me to turn it in, you want it in a page to three pages... my life.. not that it's terribly exciting, but three pages for nearly twenty years of existance. i wonder... what is the important stuff.. will you ask me questions... how could i explain about myself without the good the bad and the awful... how can you grasp what i mean....