From Rocks to blogging! A true story!

I'm just entering into the world of computers, at first I didn't wanted to even get close to one, because I was scared... But now that I understand how they work, and that my English is advance enough to be able to read and write, I decided to master this internet thing, and some friends told me that blogging is part of the American culture so I'm trying it at this moment (this is my first blog). If for some reason this offends you... I'm sorry... and if you can't understand what I'm writing about... I apologize...

I decide to call this blog "From Rocks to blogging!" because is the only four words that I can think about, that truly explains my life story. I was born in a little town in Ukraine, my mother was a college biology student on top of her class from Ukraine, and my father was a naval engineering student from Nicaragua. They drag me from the ex u.s.s.r. into this third world country/ second poorest country in Latino America "Nicaragua"...

Living in Nicaragua is the most horrible experience ever, specially as a kid, but teaches you a lot, like for example not be picky with what you eat. Every day in Nicaragua you will see little kids eating out of the garbage, and I'm not even exaggerating, you literally see 5 years old kids looking for something to eat in your own garbage bag. Some people might be thinking... "Well, that's their choice, they eat that because they want to, or because they were to lazy to work"- this are words of some dude that I met in some school... If you think that way, you are basically saying that a little 5 years old kid that has to work selling water on the streets to pay for his/her school, and to bring some money to his family (mother/father with a drinking/drug addiction). which the water selling job pays about 25 Cordobas/day (day= 13 hours) = 1.3 dollars/13 hours in a lucky day, and about 0/13 hours for some days. Now in days a piece of bread in Managua (capital of Nicaragua) is about 3-4 Cordobas and school is about 0.5$/week in a public school and beer is about 1$ per bottle. If you are a kid in Nicaragua (poor family kid) your life sucks, your alcoholic mom/dad hits you every day and harder if you don't bring the normal amount of money, you pay for your own school, and you are supposed to go and work after school as hard as you can to be able to pay around 1 dollar to your parents, save 0.2 for your week of school, and save 0.1 for your school uniform, that you need to wear (if don't you can't go to school(uniform= blue pants, white dress shirt, blue socks and black dress shoes)because they will kick you out of class).

Some of you might be thinking... well that's bad, I bet that Nicaragua has a very high suicidal rate, if you are, you are wrong... me and my cousins got the chance to interview some kids out of a bar/club/disco, and ask them what they think about suicide, one of them just smiled and said "te voy a decir si me compras una caja de cigarros" - translated would sound like thins: I'll tell you if you'd buy a pack of cigarettes. we just gave him 10 Cordobas, so one of them the smallest (he had 7 years old) said that he'll never kill himself, because he wanted to live as much as he could, to make his soul worth it in heaven, the other 3 kids ( 8,10 and 11) just responded that they have never think that suicide will help their sick mother and their little sisters.

In Nicaragua, I played with rocks and sticks, because we didn't had that much money to buy real toys, so we normally would hang out with "Los sipotes de la calle" this in English would be the kids that live on the streets. The kids that lived on the streets are cool, they will steal your money if you are new, but if your their friends, they will protect you just like if you were their brother. The kids that live in the streets in my "barrio" were like a little gang, they normally would go around selling water in the stop lights, and/or cleaning windshields, and if some bigger dude came to steal money from the smaller guy, they all would "echarle la vaca" translated would just mean that they all would go and hit the bigger dude.

When I left Nicaragua, because my mother married my stepfather, we went basically from rocks and sticks to computer and automatic cars... I always thought that kids in here would be like smiling little "hi my name is billy, let's be friends" kids, but instead I found this weird "I hate my life" kids that even tough their life was perfect they would think about killing them selfs if their parents would not allow them to go with their friend to the mall... I think a lot of people would call them "EMO". So now, I've decided to become a psychologist to study why is it that there are "EMO" kids is this place and not in Nicaragua. What is the factor that makes this kids be like this... It's a mystery to me... By karma, I got the chance to be in a public school for my junior and senior year, and got accepted into a private school to take a Bachelors in Science in Psychology, and I'm hoping to get into medical school to study psychiatry to get to figure out a way to help kids.

This is just the beginning, I will blog a lot more, and even if no one reads it... I will be read some day ^.^
Attention: If you have a comment that could help me learn the ways of the American teen/college computer life (I heard that there are a lot of Online games with real people and stuff) Please post them...