Who Am I?

My name is Evyatar Segal, I will not tell you from where I am since that country has a personality of itself that is not related to me and I would like to keep it that way.

I am currently 18 years old, and next year I hope to start attending university, I waited until now for an opportunity that could have changed my life, but alas I run out of patience and could not look at myself with pride since I did not feel I worked towards achieving anything.

So that is my current situation, now for a little personal history, I was born to two amazing parents which I hold a highly close relationship with and are the only two people I truly admire.

I was educated through the democratic system (more commonly known as “Sudbury”), which meant my ability to choose was refined, I did not have access to many friends, I learned at the same school from second to twelfth grade and a hunger for learning and changing the world around me grew inside me.

After first grade I asked my mom to sign me up for piano lessons, she thought I was just excited by the idea and would forget all about in a week, after four months she finally gave up, and I kept learning piano for 8 years in a row, with 2 additional years later in my life.

At the beginning of my second grade year I acquired two “Best Friends”, and by the end of that same year never talked to them again after a fight, one of them hated me, and kept hated me until we graduated.

At the third grade I met real friends, one of which I am still in contact with to this day, and by fourth grade I found that I have talents in learning, specifically in mathematics, I learned with sixth grade when I was in fifth, and with eighth grade when I was in sixth, as a matter of fact every subject apart from mathematics I learned with the grade above me.

After getting advice from my parents, teachers and counselors I choose to relearn the ninth grade twice (thrice the mathematics course), for social reasons.

The decision backfired and the three years of high school were rough, the students did not really knew me, some said to me that until ninth grade they did not realize we were the same age, and for some reason, maybe because I intimidated them or maybe because they felt I barged into a from group of people, they had a real disdain towards me.

I barely had friends, I had to make real effort to get good grades which never happened to me before, and I begun to feel more and more sad, it got to the point I started thinking about taking my own life, one of the crises I had to endure that year was fighting these thoughts, to the point I started taking anti-depressants and was hospitalized for the weekend.

I did however manged to: get one of the locals colleges attention and got an acceptation letter after one of the art class’s exhibition (Along with 3 other talented students), get an “OK” high school diploma, get a job as a journalist at a big teen magazine (which closed its doors one year after my employment) and find another three true friends that walk with me to this day.

And that opportunity I mentioned at the beginning also came about during my final year at high school — an internship as a game designer which could lead to a full time job, this internship might not have given me the chance to design video games but it was enough to impress any employer I waited in order to get some temporary jobs while I waited and thought what to do now that I graduated.

I applied to a few international universities, and checked out the college I was accepted to (not surprisingly, the college who accepts people easily was not worth my time), worked at a kindergarten, worked at a restaurant and finally decided to learn law in what is in my opinion, the best university my country can offer to me.

Now that you are all cached up I will move to a few shorter subjects, the first one is why I write.

Lately I feel I cannot talk to anyone, for multiple of reasons, I decided I have a lot to tell and I need a way to vent it all out.

I decided to write since that is the first website I ran into, and I will write about myself and my personal experiences.

I wish I could talk more about my personality but you will have to witness that through my writing.

And finally, thank you for reading!

I do not believe many people will read my work, if at all.

So thank you for your time and I hope I could entertain you for a while.