Post by Blue on Oct 29, 2014 9:26:23 GMT -6
STUDENT
Paisley A Fryer
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PERSONALITY
People describe me as quiet, shy, sweet and even talented on occasion but I would describe myself as modest, quiet, shy and even on the timid side when i'm around people I'm not sure of or just don't know. However, once I get to know someone, I'm usually pretty outgoing and can hold a good conversation, party hard, and get into trouble with my long time best friends, Laney Beretti and Arsen.
I take school very seriously and I'm motivated and determined to graduate with honors or a perfect GPA. Although, i'm sure that I won't be able to achieve that goal totally, but that doesn't mean I won't try my darnedest. That's another thing. I hardly ever swear, having been raised in a small southern town to respect my elders, be a southern lady, etc etc. Now, I am a southern lady, there's nothing wrong with that. But where I'm from, if a Southern Lady isn't respected, then that Lady has a right to defend herself even if it's not in a ladylike fashion.
I take school very seriously and I'm motivated and determined to graduate with honors or a perfect GPA. Although, i'm sure that I won't be able to achieve that goal totally, but that doesn't mean I won't try my darnedest. That's another thing. I hardly ever swear, having been raised in a small southern town to respect my elders, be a southern lady, etc etc. Now, I am a southern lady, there's nothing wrong with that. But where I'm from, if a Southern Lady isn't respected, then that Lady has a right to defend herself even if it's not in a ladylike fashion.
HISTORY
I was born in a small town in Texas. At a young age, I witnessed my mother slowly wither away from cancer while my dad stood to the side, helpless despite how big and burly and mountainous he was to me. She had been suffering from cancer for years and despite her doctor's orders and wishes, she had been pregnant with me and refused chemo or treatment until I was full term. After she had me, she started going downhill until eventually wasting away and dying when I was just ten years old.
The next ten years, my dad raised me the best he could. He ended up buying a bar and we lived above it in an apartment so we could watch over the bar during the week and I could be just upstairs while he worked the bar downstairs. Growing up in that atmosphere, I learned right away that men were supposed to respect me and if they didn't, my daddy would be sure to teach them some manners. Of course, as I got older, I ended up teaching them those manners myself.
I started singing sometime after my fifteenth birthday and that's when I realized I loved to do it. I started singing on karaoke nights downstairs in the bar and as I managed to build a small fan base, my dad started having me sing every week for my so-called fans. I finished high school with flying colors and got a job working with my dad. But it wasn't until twp years after graduation that my dad finally told me that it was time for me to go to school and showed me a brochure of what school he thought would be best. It didn't take much convincing.
I was packed up in my rinkidink trck and well on my way to Sugar Hollow, Tennessee to start school at the university, or academy, there.
The next ten years, my dad raised me the best he could. He ended up buying a bar and we lived above it in an apartment so we could watch over the bar during the week and I could be just upstairs while he worked the bar downstairs. Growing up in that atmosphere, I learned right away that men were supposed to respect me and if they didn't, my daddy would be sure to teach them some manners. Of course, as I got older, I ended up teaching them those manners myself.
I started singing sometime after my fifteenth birthday and that's when I realized I loved to do it. I started singing on karaoke nights downstairs in the bar and as I managed to build a small fan base, my dad started having me sing every week for my so-called fans. I finished high school with flying colors and got a job working with my dad. But it wasn't until twp years after graduation that my dad finally told me that it was time for me to go to school and showed me a brochure of what school he thought would be best. It didn't take much convincing.
I was packed up in my rinkidink trck and well on my way to Sugar Hollow, Tennessee to start school at the university, or academy, there.
