Because of my learning disabilities I was lucky to be able to have graduated from high school! I had to be in special classes at a special high school because at the big high school I first was at Torrey Pines in Del Mar I was failing many of my classes. It wasn't that I was dumb or stupid or rebelling or didn't try hard it was just that the homework and tests at a big high school don't accomidate the kids who have some special needs or trouble learning the material! So I was able to graduate from a school only for the students with learning disabilities. right out of high school I went off to art college in Oakland. I knew I was going to for sure attend art school since the ninth grade. I hated high school but stuck it out so that I could get to where I wanted to be in life at age 18 and that was going off away from home to art college in the bay area.
In art college I did well, I was popular and well liked by many people. The school had some creeps and bullies who harassed guys like myself. But they were the bad apples in the bunch. Over all most of the students I had classes with knew me or had met me and spoken to me before. I have always been very outgoing as a person. I don't do well with bullies or mean and nasty people though! I worked hard at my artwork and was always painting and drawing! I had the time to go explore the San Francisco Bay Area and hang out with other people! I went to the art house movies in Berkeley all the time! When I was18 to 20 years old I thought Berkeley was the best city on the whole earth for a creative college kid! Ethnic food, art stores, cult movie video stores, record shops, a harbor and pier. They even had tons of bollywood video shops where I could get tapes and dvds of bollywood music videos from the movies in a compilation. I have been a fan of Bollywood music and movies since my first bollywood movie I saw on TV India the cable show in 1991 when I was 11 years old at my grandparents house. I still remember the movies and how fake the sub machine gun the hero used looked with it's cheesy rapid fire smoke effects. I liked the nonsensicalness of how one minute the guy was in a machine gun fight and the next minute he is dancing and singing to a pretty girl dressed like a gypsy with ethnic Indian cool nose ring chains.
One of my flaws of art college was missing to many classes or showing up late to often to my classes. I know Oakland was an intense and stressful place to live and my body did't like the constant lurking danger of evil people with the intention to use or hurt other people around them! If I were to do it again I would have talked to the school about resolving my problem with the bully who was harassing me everyday. They knew about it, because I told the people in charge of the dorms and the school about him bullying me, but they said I should solve it on my own, they did't help me out at all. I would also have done a better job getting to my classes on time if I had the chance to do it again. If I had to go back to art college now I would not choose a school in a tough and ghetto urban area like San Francisco and Oakland. I am not a fan of homeless people from the awful body odor smells that make me want to vomit my lunch to them threatening me with violence or mugging me or other people! I also hate them hallucinating and screaming out at the top of their lungs crazy shit in public! I feel bad for them, but they are disturbing dangerous and spooky people! One of them who was going to try to mug me once raped a woman on my block in my neighborhood at night. I heard a woman late at night getting raped out on the street yelling "NOO' "STOOPP" I called my dad to see what I should do about it. He didn't pick up the phone and we got disconected. I was not sure how you were supposed to report things to the police being only 19 and my first time calling a 911 emergency. I called a male neighbor upstairs in my apartment to come down with me to take a look and stop this rape. I had a hammer with me and my upstairs neighbor he had a flash light. We couldn't see or hear anything on the block or in the bushes in our street. At least we went out to try to help protect that poor brutalized woman! My neighbor told me "I had a good heart!" When I saw the police report sketch of the criminal I saw it was the same homeless black man causing trouble in my neighborhood who got right in my face the week before and raised his fist up to my face as he asked for a match one day on the street in broad daylight! Some people are monsters and should never be let out of prison, EVER! My dad said I did the wrong thing by trying to find the source of the attack and stop the rapist myself because I'm not the police and good intention can't stop bullets or a knife!
In art college I did well, I was popular and well liked by many people. The school had some creeps and bullies who harassed guys like myself. But they were the bad apples in the bunch. Over all most of the students I had classes with knew me or had met me and spoken to me before. I have always been very outgoing as a person. I don't do well with bullies or mean and nasty people though! I worked hard at my artwork and was always painting and drawing! I had the time to go explore the San Francisco Bay Area and hang out with other people! I went to the art house movies in Berkeley all the time! When I was18 to 20 years old I thought Berkeley was the best city on the whole earth for a creative college kid! Ethnic food, art stores, cult movie video stores, record shops, a harbor and pier. They even had tons of bollywood video shops where I could get tapes and dvds of bollywood music videos from the movies in a compilation. I have been a fan of Bollywood music and movies since my first bollywood movie I saw on TV India the cable show in 1991 when I was 11 years old at my grandparents house. I still remember the movies and how fake the sub machine gun the hero used looked with it's cheesy rapid fire smoke effects. I liked the nonsensicalness of how one minute the guy was in a machine gun fight and the next minute he is dancing and singing to a pretty girl dressed like a gypsy with ethnic Indian cool nose ring chains.
One of my flaws of art college was missing to many classes or showing up late to often to my classes. I know Oakland was an intense and stressful place to live and my body did't like the constant lurking danger of evil people with the intention to use or hurt other people around them! If I were to do it again I would have talked to the school about resolving my problem with the bully who was harassing me everyday. They knew about it, because I told the people in charge of the dorms and the school about him bullying me, but they said I should solve it on my own, they did't help me out at all. I would also have done a better job getting to my classes on time if I had the chance to do it again. If I had to go back to art college now I would not choose a school in a tough and ghetto urban area like San Francisco and Oakland. I am not a fan of homeless people from the awful body odor smells that make me want to vomit my lunch to them threatening me with violence or mugging me or other people! I also hate them hallucinating and screaming out at the top of their lungs crazy shit in public! I feel bad for them, but they are disturbing dangerous and spooky people! One of them who was going to try to mug me once raped a woman on my block in my neighborhood at night. I heard a woman late at night getting raped out on the street yelling "NOO' "STOOPP" I called my dad to see what I should do about it. He didn't pick up the phone and we got disconected. I was not sure how you were supposed to report things to the police being only 19 and my first time calling a 911 emergency. I called a male neighbor upstairs in my apartment to come down with me to take a look and stop this rape. I had a hammer with me and my upstairs neighbor he had a flash light. We couldn't see or hear anything on the block or in the bushes in our street. At least we went out to try to help protect that poor brutalized woman! My neighbor told me "I had a good heart!" When I saw the police report sketch of the criminal I saw it was the same homeless black man causing trouble in my neighborhood who got right in my face the week before and raised his fist up to my face as he asked for a match one day on the street in broad daylight! Some people are monsters and should never be let out of prison, EVER! My dad said I did the wrong thing by trying to find the source of the attack and stop the rapist myself because I'm not the police and good intention can't stop bullets or a knife!