It has been a while!

It has been a while since I last updated my blog. And a lot of people were bothered by my last post saying that it was a very angry one. People have to understand that my life does have it's ups and downs. Sometimes I can be a very happy person full of laughter and jokes and other times I can be a total hard ass and cause a lot of drama. Either way people will have to learn to accept and deal with it because I'm just not changing.

My life gave a dramatic turn when I was kicked out of school for fighting. To be honest at first I was very angry because it was my senior and I was ready to leave with my friends. I have been going to tutoring for the past couple months and I've had a great time. My classmate/buddy is only in sixth grade but has taught me a lot of things. Believe it or not. I have maintained my head held high and not regretting what I did. I do say that I miss my friends dearly and wish I could see them everyday like I used too. I can't complain though because I get to sleep in late go to sleep late and I basically only have two hours of school.

Even though I am away from the high school my name tends to never leave the drama. Even though I don't go looking for trouble when trouble finds me I do handle it. I do have still some animosity towards someone that I fought back in freshman year, and anything that happens triggers that emotion. I haven't seen this character that has talked a lot of harsh words behind my back, but I plan to confront him pretty soon. I am not a person to mention names unless I know that what I said will go back to him.

My main goal is to finish high school and graduate. From the looks of what is playing out it seems that my high school doesn't want to let me go. Or it is just making my life miserable. I have done all my work that was sent to my tutor and all my work that my tutor has given me and yet certain classes just do not want to give me a passing grade. My music class which I did one assignment for since I have been gone gave me a "C" but my Physical Education class and my Fashion class no matter how much work I do just do not give me the correct grade. My mind does wander and think that these people are doing it on purpose. Even though I clearly stated that if I ever saw my principle again he would need armed guards to protect him. So to me it would be a silly mistake.

After I am done with high school, I do want to get a job. I used to think that I wanted to be in the fashion industry but after all the studying I don't want to go the route. I have been getting offers at my moms job (she works at a pre-k school) to become a substitute when I'm eighteen. It seems like a lot of fun. I have volunteered there a couple of times and I have liked working with the kids a lot. I have also considered going on The Real World. Yes that reality t.v show that has been on for many years. I don't think anybody watches it but hey you only live once. Since there will probably never be a Bad Boys Club, I guess the Real World is the closest thing. I do hope I get on the show because it would be an opportunity of a life time to be on t.v. Besides who wouldn't want to see their-selves on television from time to time.

I promise to keep updating this blog as regularly as possible. Now that I have internet service and it is here to say.

xoxoxoxo
your bad boy bro ken

My suspension week and the bad girls club

Friday 2/4/11 I was suspended for an incident that happen the day before with my participation in government teacher. The whole incident began over an assign seat and a tissue. My teacher was trying to get us to listen to her while she was talking about crack cocaine and about weed. Personally since drugs aren't a part of my life I don't feel the need to listen or learn about it. The whole class was kind of listening but at the same time we were talking to each other. My teacher Mrs.Newton decided to do a seating chart. She was treating us like we were in elementary school and we were all upset about it. I was the first one to get my assign seat. I was happy with the seat she gave me since it was the first row all the way in the corner. So being a true bad boy that I am I took my sweet time to get ready and go to my seat. Mrs.Newton said a couple of times for me to hurry up but I didn't like that she was screaming at me and wasn't saying anything to the rest of the class. When I finally decided to go to my seat I quickly decided to go get a napkin. I stayed by that area because it was the only place that had a mirror. When I was heading back to my seat with my napkin my teacher began to scream at me again. I ignored her and began to just talk to people around me. I then got up to throw my napkin away because I wasn't going to hold it in my hand all class. And that's where everything went downhill. Mrs.Newton started to scream at me again but the difference was that this time she was all up on my face and I don't like that. I kept repeating to get out of my face and she didn't which made me yell it at her. Since she wasn't getting a word in she pushes me out of anger. At that point I was livid and was not happy that I was disrespected in that manner. She then headed to the phone in the classroom to call for a hall monitor. I followed her to the phone screaming at her "how dare you put your hands on me" and then I hung up the phone. She throws the phone down that it ends up hitting me in my knee. She proceeded to the the door to see if she could get a hall monitor. But when she opens the door she looks back and purposely hits me the edge of the door. I grab the door and slam it and tell her "this time your kicked out the classroom bitch" I also kept repeated "I'm top dog you do what I say bitch, Nobody disrespects me that way and get away with it, I'm taking your job bitch". My friends quickly tried to calm me down but it wasn't working. I was then pushed into a corner to try and clam me down and keep me away from her. But I knew that I wasn't going to be okay if I didn't hit something. I turned around and I began to punch the wall a few times leaving dents. I know now that if I kept punch I would have made a whole on the wall. I turned and started punching the filing cabinet that was next to me. I also kick the cart that was near me a couple times. I couldn't control my anger. What kept me angry was that I saw her standing by her desk with a smirk on her face. I was finally able to calm down and was escorted to the office. Where I had to write a report and say my version of the story. The next day being Friday I was told to go to the office after I come from my votec class. There I was told that I was suspended for 5 days and that the consequence that Mrs.Newton was going to have was a simple conversation. That completely pissed me off and the fact that lies were told about me saying that I hit her and I was jumping on desk. I walked out the office slamming the door heading to my locker to put my things away. I then run around the school looking for her to tell her that she wasn't going to get away with any of this and that she messed with the wrong kid. I had about 4 hall monitors on my tail and a very close friend. When I saw that I couldn't find her I stopped and they finally tried to calm me down again. After I punched walls, punched lockers, and kicked doors. I head home and my suspension began. Now it has only been day two but it feels like I live in the bad girls house. It is very annoying to be stuck in a house doing nothing while this teacher is chilling in her class probably with that same smirk. I have been watching the bad girls club none stop to get ideas on how I can get back at her without physically touching her. But if this is what awaits me when I move into the Bad Boys Club House then it is going to be a crazy ride. I am highly upset still about the whole situation and I am still awaiting on when my hearing/meeting will be. I haven't gotten the letter in the mail or a phone call. But I have a feeling something is going to go down. This is crazy for me but I can handle anything that is thrown my way like a true Bad Boy that I am. I always get my way. I am truly not scared of what they will do. They should be scared of what I'm going to do because I am going to get some pay back... Karma is BITCH but sure am I... hahahaha!

A Great Day Leading to a Big Mess

Yesterday 1/22/2011 I had to go to Long Island for a Swim Invitational. I spent the whole day there. It was a lot of fun, more fun then I expected. We came in 19th place out of like 75. So we did pretty good. On our way there though since it was so early in the morning we all ended up sleeping a few hours on the bus. I sat next to my friend John and he ended up asleep on my shoulder. After he said don't fall asleep on me, crazy right? I wake up to the voice of one of my teammates say "Who has the cream cheese for my bagel" I guess they were passing bagels around. We get to Long Island and since I am team manager I didn't have to change into my jammers I just went to the little section our team had. I sat next to my teammate Miguel, bay, and another John. When the swimming events began and our team was up I had to go with the other managers and time for our team. To see who would make sectionals. A lot of my teammates had already made sectionals so nobody new made it but they had a lot of personal best. Which means they've beaten there own time. From the diving section out of 73 divers one of our divers made 10th place. The other three divers were a little later then 10th place. So when the Swim Invitational ended we all went to the bus and we had to sit next to John again. We decided that we wanted to watch a movie so everybody on the bus decided to watch Toy Story 3. That movie always makes me cry because I really am a big fan of Toy Story. Woody is my favorite. The whole ride home me and John talked, laughed, we even play fight. Which I never do. We stopped for some food I bought some Sbarros. When we get back to our town one of my friends give me a ride home. I get home and everything is okay. I go charge my phone because it was dead. And then I head to my room. I watch TV for a little bit. I then tell my mom that when she is done with the TV downstairs to call me because I need to watch stuff that I have recorded. When I get out of taking a shower I see she is upstairs in her room but that my little brother is downstairs and that is when the night went downhill. My brother asked me question that I have answered like 40 other times. So that got me mad, him and I start to argue. I end up calling him stupid. He then proceeds to throw the remote control at me. And that's when I start to yell really loud. My older brother comes down trying to mediate but then he begins to attack. He says I shouldn't call my little brother stupid. I then said "you do that all the time, you call him worse things" so him and I start to argue. Then my mother comes downstairs and starts to yell at me. Saying that I always get mad at everything. That nobody can talk to me. And she starts to rampage about how every time I come from one of my swim meets that I'm mad. She likes to blame my anger on other things. Instead of thinking that she is tripping right now. And what gets me even more mad. Its not the whole argument its that after they all try to act like the perfect family and leave me out. Which is totally fake because we never spend more then an hour together without arguing. I go to my room avoid everything. I fall asleep and this morning I am rudely awaken to my older brother playing rock music. Which he did on purpose because he doesn't ever listen to rock music. I tell him to turn it off. And he just blows me off and leaves it on. So I tell everyone by screaming that everything I do is going to be extra loud today. And I've maintained that for now. This day has start off wrong and I just don't want to avoid them.

Who side are you guys on? Mine or my family?

SEVENTEEN magazine worthy?

This photo has got a lot of praise on my facebook. My friends have told me how much they like, and even love the pic. They have told me how cute I look etc. But the real reason I took this picture wasn't to have people on facebook praise it. But I was hoping that people at SEVENTEEN magazine would praise it. I took this black and white photo along with five other ones and sent them away to SEVENTEEN magazine with a letter explaining what they were for, and all my information. Awaiting for a response from one of the biggest magazines in the United States I decided to post these pictures on facebook. I feel like I got more out of them on facebook then at SEVENTEEN because I never heard from them. I waited weeks for a response from them but never got it. I was very bummed because appearing in SEVENTEEN magazine has been a dream of mine ever since i wanted to enter the fashion industry. Not knowing if the editor-in-chief from SEVENTEEN magazine received my pictures and letter, I still await a response from them and I still believe that my photos are SEVENTEEN magazine worthy. =]

My Blog

Hi I'm Kenneth I'm 17 years old, I'm from Puerto Rico but I reside in New York. So my Blog title is Ken's Double Life. It's a weird rather random Blog but i gave it that name because i live a double life. See in my home I can't be my honest and my true self. I have to compromise who I am so I wouldn't be miss understood by my family. I am a very nice person, yea I have a bitchy side but it doesn't come out often. I'm usually just funny, loud, outgoing, and just awesome. Now I may sound conceded because I called myself awesome, but it's true a lot of people say so. But at home I'm quiet, reserved, serious. I really don't leave my room much only to eat or use the bathroom to wash my teeth, shower, use the bathroom. I spend my time at home watching television or watching movies. Nothing else. When I go out with my friends I can return to being the really cool and outgoing person that I am. I am going to be updated my blog weekly or as long as my internet stays on. I will be posting what happen at school and at home during that week. And maybe you guys can notice the difference of how I act in occasions.