TDS Pro.2

Date Started: March, 2013

Hi. My Name Is: Taylor O'kera-Foxkith

A little about yourself. 16. Junior in college w/ a science major. Kinda nerdy and scatterbrained. Red messy hair and blue eyes. Glasses. Kinda tall, skinny.

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That cover page doesn't really explain much…. So it shows I'm a geek with "rare" academic ability. That's me in a nutshell. But that's not me.

By my standards, I'm normal. It was entering college that I figured out I was "special". I was only 14 as a Freshman. The second youngest Freshman in my year was 17…. I got looked at like I was crazy.

I guess I never realized I was so different because I was homeschooled. Mom taught me everything. Now, after two years of mainly science classes going over what I already knew as a 10 year old, I'm in a series of Biochemical Engineering classes/labs. And, I'm at the top of my classes, grade-wise.

My home life. It's a little odd. I dunno where exactly I was born; somewhere in Texas, I think. I know we moved here to Lancaster, Washington, shortly after I was born. Mom met my stepfather and settled down with him, giving up her job to stay home with me.

In my family, there is my mom, Serafine (Foxkith-O'kera) (I'd rather take Mom's maiden name first.), my stepdad, Alex (Foxkith), and my two younger twin half-sisters, Tera and Tina. With the exception of my blue eyes, which I get from Mom, I look nothing like any of them. My sisters and step father (who I already know I wouldn't look like anyway) have hair that is almost black, and almost hunter green eyes. I share Mom's blue eyes, but she has light brown hair. And she and Alex are both at least 4 inches shorter than I am. I'm lanky, flame-headed…. it's obvious that I don't really fit in with the rest of my family….

Mom is always telling me that I'm so much like my father. She doesn't describe him, has never told me his name. All she's said is that I look and sound almost exactly like him (the only difference being the eyes), that we have the same personalities. She told me he travelled, that they were pretty close friends for a while. But she never says anything else, and she doesn't have any pictures of him…. It doesn't help me get a feeling for who he is. Just says that I'm basically his clone son.

I don't remember any of it, but Mom had actually been homeschooling me since I was two. She said I was talking at 3 months (my first word being the word for the parent not there, "Daddy"), walking steadily shortly thereafter. I kept picking up new skills at an almost break-neck pace from there, so she thought it was necessary to start teaching me to keep me going…. I am considered to be one of the "miracle kids". Mom had me tested for whatever could have caused my rapid development, but nothing came back. Apparently I'm one of the "one in [insert really big number here]" people.

I'm the odd one out in other ways. Out of her three kids, I was the only one to be homeschooled. Where I had my nose buried into a physics textbook when I was their age, Tera is on a soccer team and Tina in into carpentry. They both love being outside for any reason. I love exploring, and seeing what I read actually happening around me (watching the grass grow is a hobby), but just being outside in general bothers me. I like being surrounded in warm and quiet darkness, with a small lamp clicked on and a book in my lap. Or my laptop turned on and humming quietly, in tune to my rapid keyfire. I do occasionally enjoy cooking or gardening with Mom. Alex and I don't see eye to eye with anything, literally or figuratively. He's an ex-Marine turned carpenter for a local furniture company, and doesn't understand how I can enjoy being "reclusive", hates that I don't enjoy sports….

I sometimes get the feeling, in dreams or even just randomly throughout my day, that this isn't how my life is supposed to be. That there's something missing.

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And now here I am, sitting in my dark, quiet dorm room (since I'm an upperclassman, I got room priority. I have the room to myself.), studying for a test and an upcoming lab exam, and starting to write my journal ( ^this thing) out.