. I was born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. My parents were young when they had me. I spent the first five years of my life on a modest farm outside of Prospect. We had some chickens, one goat, a horse and a pig name Arnold. I don’t remember the animals that much, but I do remember having an irresistible urge to saddle the big ugly sloth of a pig and ride him as if he were my trusty steed. Every since I can remember, I have always had an adventurous side. I’m not sure which of my parents I take after. At five years old I was a spitting image of my father. He was a good old country boy from Oldham County and was one of nine children, two brother and six sisters. My mother, on the other hand, grew up on the out skirts of down town Louisville. She was one of six children: three sister’s and two brothers. Needless to say, I have a large family. However, I only have one other sibling, a younger sister named Tara. She is two years younger than me.
When I was six years old, my family and I had to move because the land we lived on was being sold. We moved to closer the city, in the Crescent Hill area. The move was hard for me. I was only six, but I felt so restricted. I was used to running free through
acres and acres of land that I once lived on. Our new yard felt like a cage, but with time, I grew to love it and the city life. My parents got divorced when I was thirteen years old. When I look back, I realize that their divorce was the best thing that could have happened to me. With the separation of my parents, I became a different person, a better person. My relationship with my father tarnished due to his lack of support. I was always a mama’s boy anyway. She was more like a father to me, but she let me think I was the man of the house. With other things to think about besides my family, I became more involved with my individual interest. I was a teenager and all I thought about was sports, art and of course girls.
As a teenager, I went through the normal turmoil, as do other kids my age, with one exception. At age thirteen, I was diagnosed with epilepsy. Every since I was two years old, I have had (what you could call) minor seizures. The first grand Mal seizure sent me to the hospital. I stopped breathing and was considered dead for fifty-nine seconds. Since then, I have had a few major seizures, but most of them have been under control because of my medication. My epilepsy really didn’t keep me from having a normal childhood. I loved art. I played sports and made good grades. I think I am the only person I know who loved high school.
I went to Atherton High School in 1991. Since my freshman year I was always involved with something active. No matter what it was, sports, plays, student government or any other organizations, whatever I could be a part of, I was. I played basketball and baseball from my freshman year to my junior year. I was the scenic director in all four plays from my freshman to senior year. Being the scenic director, I was able to showcase
my art. I was especially known for my artistic abilities. Within four years, I believe I designed a T-shirt for every organization Atherton High had. I loved walking down the halls during a Pep rally and see everyone wearing one my shirt designs. Art was my call sign. My senior year I won more individual awards for my work on the school newspaper, then anyone ever at Atherton. The awards ranged from best art editorial to best sports writer. I won awards locally, state wide, and nationally. Because of my achievement, I was featured in the Louisville publication, Business First. Out of all my accomplishments in high school, my favorite was student government. Most people said it was just an excuse to get out of class and it was. However I loved being involved with other students. To be honest I loved the popularity.
Most people relate popularity with vanity. I was never vain. I just loved having friends and being well known. Sure winning Mr. Atherton, most school spirited, and most creative in the yearbook superlatives may seem a little much, but I was voted on by my peers. I was shocked when I was announced homecoming and prom king my senior year. I wasn’t the best looking guy in school or the strongest. I didn’t have the nicest car or the richest parents, but I did have a friendly personality and people respond to that. I always said, “ when it comes to women…if I was locked in a room with a perfect stranger, she would walk out with a smile on her face. I like to make people happy. I was a part of a specific click in school. I just had a few friends in all of them. I have always made it a point to treat others exactly the way I wanted to be treated, regardless of whether I liked them or not. I feel you should be kind and understanding to everyone. This is why I had a lot of close friends and why loved high school.
At the end of my senior year I was ready for college, with one exception. I did not know where I was going. I received a few art scholarships to the Miami and Chicago schools of fine art. Unfortunately, (by the end of my senior year) I was burnt out on art. The ideal of producing art on command was destroying my creativity.It wasn’t until a week before graduation when I receive the Robert E. Gill Academic Scholarship. I could have gone to school anywhere, but I chose the University of Louisville. I was 19 and still a mama’s boy. The desire to go to school away from home did not excite me. Instead, I stayed home and moved in with my girl friend. After a years time, I move out into my own apartment with my best friend of twelve years, Paul. I was a 20-year-old college student living on my own with my whole life ahead of me.
My first years of college were typical. I partied too much and studied too little. College was the complete opposite of high school. Back in high school I was the big man on campus. In college I was know as student 405-19-1254, nothing more than a social security number. My first major was biology. I say that was my first because there were many more majors to follow. I dropped biology as a major when I realized how much chemistry was involved. I hate chemistry with a deadly passion. My second major was Computer Information Systems, C.I.S. During my second semester, I fell in love with computers. I stayed with C.I.S as my major for two years. Towards my third year of college I began to get real tired. My grades and attendance had dropped dramatically. I was actually having dreams that my instructors were calling me, saying, “hey Larry, don’t worry about coming to class, we’ll take care of it for you”. Believe it or not I had this dream more than once and every time I did, I would miss class. I think we
Underestimate the power of the snooze button. I think they should rename that button, “your butt is going to be late”! I needed some structure in my life. Jason and Kathleen, two close friends of mine, told me about Sullivan College and it’s accelerated program. I was not interested at first, because I always thought Sullivan was a cake-making school. After taking a semester off from UofL I decided to give Sullivan a shot. I was really interested in the strict attendance program and the one-on-one interaction with the instructors.
Sullivan to me is like a small high school with more rules. Although I love the small classes and the atmosphere, I do not like some of the school policies. I sometimes feel like we are treated like children instead of adults. Other than that, the school serves its purpose. I just can’t wait to get out of here. My major now is Computer Science. However, I think I will double major and get my Bachelors degree in marketing also. I would like to be able to put my artistic abilities back to work maybe in advertising. Heck, I been school for five years, two more aren’t going to kill me. With seven years of college, I can be a self-proclaimed doctor. My main goal is to get in a higher tax bracket. That’s right, I have my eye on the prize. I want money and a lot of it. I been working since I was thirteen years old. I have experienced more work environments in twelve years than most people do their entire lives.
I love to tell new people about my past work experiences. I started out doing grounds keeping at a nursing home when I was thirteen years old. I worked there during the summer for three years. Chef-Boy-Ah-Larry was my next job. I was an under aged
worker at a restaurant. I prepared food at a little Italian restaurant. Of course I lied about my age. My next big adventure was at a little ice cream shop call Ehrlers.
At Ehrlers, I learned the “ins and outs” of cake decorating. That’s right, I am a certified cake decorator. It just so happens that, five years later, I decorated my sister’s wedding cake. At age eighteen I moved on. I had always wanted to work at a video store… so I did. I worked at the Video Vault for three and a half years. I was the youngest manager to ever work at the company. I worked there for the first few years of college, but like all repetitious tasks, I became burnt out. My next job was a key point in my life, merely because that was my occupation. I worked with keys. I was a locksmith for Willis Klein, Inc. for two years. I can unlock, repair, or break into any lock, safe, or cabinet. I think my experience as a locksmith had a lot to do with me not getting the job at the PNC Bank after I had quit Willis Klein. So instead of working at bank, I went to work at Air Systems, Inc. I worked as a contract coordinator.I hated that job. It was the first time that I worked in a group that consisted of all men. I found out quick I don’t work well with men. All through out my past I have worked with women. I find it easy to bond with women and they make better teammates. Men are too confrontational and competitive. As much as I hated that job, I managed to stay there for two years. I never said I didn’t like the money. Of course money isn’t everything. It’s the only thing! Two years ago I left Air Systems for my current job at Louisville Tile Distributors. The job at Louisville Tile is more stressful, but I work with a great team of people, they are like my second family. We all get along wonderful. The funny thing about my current job is, they are all women. I am happy at my current job, but I plan to leave as soon as I graduate. I also
worked part time as bouncer at Jillian’s nightclub. I really loved working there. I met a lot interesting people, a few celebrities, beautiful women, and a lot of drunks. You learn to take the good with the bad. I’m quite partial to the good. The question, “where do you want to be in five years” comes up a lot. Well, I would like to be married even though I am still looking for the Mrs. Right. I know I will be successful…I am too stubborn not to be. My main goal is to be happy. Of course, the ideal of having children has crossed my mind. I would rather be married to my wife for a few years before that happens. To put it plainly, my five-year plan involves finding someone and settling down. I have experienced enough relationship wise to know that I am prepared.
As you can see, I have lived a pretty simple life. I know where I have been. I know where am at and I have a good ideal of where I am going. Sure there are some mistakes that I have made in the past 25 years that I regret, but who hasn’t. I try to live my life to the fullest everyday and believe me; some days are more full than others.