An Epilogue

I’ve learned a great deal about myself through the creation of this blog, I have a voice and I should be able to share it with all those around me. My outlook on blogs has changed now and I enjoy reading others blogs as well as working on my own. My favorite piece of writing on this blog is my Personal Symbol. I think it’s surprising and my followers really enjoy. I’ll try to post more in the upcoming months but I think I’ll be taking a little break for now. Thank you all for your kind support.

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Personal Symbol

Believe it or not I do indeed have a personal symbol that defines me and people recognize me by this specific symbol. Sadly however I have just recently lost my personal symbol. It’s frustrating I know. But this symbol is something that no matter what happens to it, I will always have it returned to me. It provides warmth, defines what kind of person I am, and is actually very stylish in this day and time.

Have any guesses to what my personal symbol is yet? Well actually it’s very simple, it is my beard. I am only seventeen years old and I have arguably one of the most perfect beards in my senior class. I recently shaved it due to No-Shave November. No-Shave November is where teenage boys don’t shave during the entire month of November to grow their facial hair.

So I decided to completely shave off my beard in preparation for No-Shave November and see how long my beard would grow in one month. It was possibly the worst decision of my life. My face is always cold now. People hardly even recognize me now; they say I look so different. I recently overheard two girls talking about how much different I am with a clean face. I feel like a little baby.

I truly love my beard. But I want your feedback, so you tell me, should I keep the shaved face, or should I never take a razor to my face again. You be the judge.

Me with a manly beard.

Me with a manly beard.

Me with a clean shaven baby face.

Me with a clean shaven baby face.

Room Sweet Room

In my room I have a ton of personal items that defines this room as, mine. The first thing you’d probably notice in my room is the huge red heart pillow I have on my bed. I know it’s kind of weird, but my girlfriend gave it to me for Valentines Day. It also represents all the love that we share together.

The next thing someone would notice is all the nerdy history stuff I have hanging on the walls. I have the Constitution of the United States, The bill of Rights, The Declaration of Independence, a Don’t tread on me flag, and the list just goes on and on. I have a great passion for history. I just love how the past almost foretells what the future holds.

The big flat screen TV is the next thing someone would notice, and it’s not the TV that I’m truly proud of. I have an Xbox connected to the TV. That’s where all the fun happens. I spent hours basically playing with my friends that I haven’t seen in years or friends that I’ve seen recently. The main reason I enjoy playing video games on my TV is because it allows for time with my friends.

There are a lot of things in my room that makes me, well, me. I like my room and I enjoy spending time there. It truly is my Room, Sweet Room.

The flag that stirred up a lot of rebellion during the Revolutionary War.

The flag that stirred up a lot of rebellion during the Revolutionary War.

The bill of Rights. Such a powerful piece of paper.

The bill of Rights. Such a powerful piece of paper.

The Declaration hanging on my wall.

The Declaration hanging on my wall.

Extraordinary Pet

I do indeed have an extraordinary pet. My dog’s name is Foxy. She’s part miniature boarder collie and parts other collies but mainly a mutt. Out of her whole litter she was the only one that was dark gray and light gray.

Foxy was a runt and the people that we got her from didn’t think she’d survive much longer. They simply gave her to us for free. Foxy, however, did survive and she has changed our family for the better.

Foxy shows everyone love and I swear the only thing she needs to survive is the attention. Luckily there’s plenty of that to go around at my house. Whenever we stop paying her attention she will kindly bark and remind us that she is clearly present.

We named her Foxy due to the fact that she jumps just like a fox. She also resembles a fox and the owners claimed that they saw a fox in the pen with her mother right before they realized Foxy’s mother was pregnant.

I love my little dog, she’s not a very macho dog but she’s sweet and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

Foxy rolling over.

Foxy rolling over.

My furry little dog.

My furry little dog.

My Turn to Brag…

How can I not be great? I have the imagination of a brilliant child and the powers of an ancient god. Who am I to be ordinary? Who else can rescind life or raise the dead? Who am I to be afraid? I serve as both judge and jury while hoarding infinite lives. Why should I be a slave to the past? I can travel time like the oceans and rewrite history with a single word. Why should I be anonymous? My name is spoken in either reverent tones or terrified whispers. Why should I deny myself greatness? I shall not deny myself to the world, or to the greatness that is rightfully mine.

What’s in a Name?

My full name is Jesse Walter Queen. I personally like my name; I think it flows well together and its unique. My parents chose my name kind of irrationally. My mother had just popped me out and she looked at my father and said, “What should we name him?” My father, who was kind of a hippy back in the good old days just shrugged off the question and didn’t really care.

My mother had always liked the name Jesse, and my brother and my sister both had names that started with j’s, so why not go ahead and keep the tradition strong? So she named me Jesse to go along with my brother and sister. Little did I know that she knows exactly what the name Jesse means.

Jesse is of Hebrew origin. It means “Gods gift”. This fits me perfectly because my family is very religious and we try and thank God for everything. My middle name Walter is actually the first name of my Great grandfather on my mother’s side. She respected him deeply and honored him in passing on his name.

My last name is Queen. For a long time that was all that my father had left me, was his name. I had to rebuild the trust and reputation that was tied into my father’s name. Over the years I’ve learned more about the Queen side of my family and I’ve grown closer with them. It truly makes me proud to be a Queen.

Remembering the Child

 

I chose to interview my mother, well because frankly, she was the only one available at the time. Here’s how it went.

Me: How was I as a child?

Mom: You were a sweet child.

Me: What did I like to do as a child?

Mom: You were into the Pokémon and you loved to read.

Me: What was my favorite movie?

Mom: Jurassic Park. You loved that, and you loved Godzilla too!

Me: Was there anywhere that I liked to go as a child?

Mom: You liked to go out and eat; you liked to go to the movies.

Me: What were some of my favorite foods?

Mom: You loved, believe it or not homemade salmon patties. You also liked chicken nuggets, chicken legs, and things like that.

Me: What was my behavior like?

Mom: You were very well behaved. You were a happy child, the only time you weren’t happy was when you were feeling ill. You were behaved.

Me: What were some of my favorite toys?

Mom: Lego’s and the Pokémon’s. But you really liked the Lego’s.

Me:  What did I want to be when I grew up?

Mom: A scientist when you were little, you really did.

As you can see my mom could remember quite a lot more than I had hoped for. She was great though and I’m glad I got to walk down memory lane with her.

Me relaxing as a child.

Me relaxing as a child.

One Medium Suitcase

The United States of America was just invaded (not really but just go with me on this) and all American citizens who want to leave are allowed to, if they stay they die. If American citizens choose to leave they can only take one medium sized suitcase with them. What would you pack?

If I could only take one medium sized suitcase with me and leave home forever, the first thing I would throw into my suit case is my wallet. My wallet holds all types of things that I find precious. My wallet has my driver’s license, which I see as a historical moment in my life, the freedom that comes with the ability to drive alone with no supervision. There are pictures of my girlfriend in my wallet, I love showing them to people to show that a funny looking guy like myself can actually get a beautiful woman in his life. Then there’s all these fortunes from fortune cookies, they remind me of times when I was feeling down but then a funny or even sometimes wise fortune would brighten up my day and I’d come around with a different point of view.

I would pack some of my clothes, not the ones that are super fancy and expensive, but the clothes that are special to me. The shirts I’ve earned at wrestling tournaments, I’ve paid in both blood and sweat to earn some of these t-shirts, jackets, and sweat shirts. I’d throw in the clothes that I’d need to survive in where we were going. You can look fashionable all you want but are you going to be able to survive the environment? I would rather survive in misery with the ones I love then live luxurious with none of my loved ones.

The very last thing I would put into my medium sized suitcase is just a simple little shoe box. I’ve placed all the little important things over my lifetime into this little shoebox. It’s got birthday cards and love letters alike in it. It has little momentums that I’ve picked up from trips I’ve been on. I also have a small golden pocket watch that my father left me.

There’s not a lot of things that I’d take with me if I were never to come back home, but I would take all the important little things. In the end that’s all that matters any way’s, just the simple little things make a worlds difference.

Theme Song

“Simple Man”

Written by Ronnie Van Zant and Gary Rossington
Originally recorded by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time… Don’t live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you’ll find love,
And don’t forget son,
There is someone up above.

[Chorus:]
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won’t you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

[Chorus]

Boy, don’t you worry.
You’ll find yourself.
Follow you heart,
and nothing else.
You can do this,
if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.

[Chorus]

I chose the song “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd because this song hits straight home with me. Growing up I didn’t have my father in the picture. My mom would always advise me on how to live my life and I am so very grateful for the wisdom she granted to me. She’s told me about God, about where I’ve came from, the evil traps of this world, and most importantly she’s showed me what love is. I love my mother and this song is a great example of my life so far and hopefully into the future as well.

Who Am I?

I am a friend.

I have many friends but I only have a few close friends. I probably have no more than ten truly close friends. My friends have done things for me that I can never repay them for. My friend Matthew is currently helping me with my Blazer, a task I had never imagined I would complete by myself. The only way I can ever repay my friends are by being the type of friend that they have been for me.

I am a brother.

I have one sister, Julie, and one brother, Justin. I am a brother to both of them. We’ve grown up together under one roof. We’ve also had our fair share of arguments. My brother and sister would always pick on me because I was the baby of the family. I would always get them back, whether it was chucking walnuts at my brother when he wasn’t looking, or stealing some gum from my sister’s room, we would all get into a lot of trouble. Today I see my siblings as a closer relationship, I can truly depend on them if I ever need them, and they can always depend on me.

I am a student.

I’m not going to lie and say that I love every last minute of school, but I don’t necessarily hate school either. It’s a place where we get to learn new things and meet new people. Some of my closest friends I’ve met at school. I also would have never met my wonderful girlfriend, who I first met in a ridiculous English class where we both made fun of the teacher. There are things that I don’t enjoy doing such as awkward blogs (winky face), but I think they are for the better. Being a student has certainly changed me.

I am a boyfriend.

As I mentioned up above I do have a girlfriend, Mrs. Hannah Jane(that’s her nickname, not her full name). I have little pet names for her like bunny, but I really do love her. We’ve been together for two years now and it’s gotten to the point where I just don’t see myself with anyone else. She’s my baby and I love spending time with her, we always sing together in the car and act like no one in the world is watching. I spend a great deal of time with my Hannah Jane.

I am a fish cook.

Not the best job in the world, but it does have its perks. Whenever I’m hungry at work, I can just throw some chicken onto the grill or dip me some oysters into the grease and I’ve got myself a meal. I get yelled at for a lot of things I didn’t do, but not to toot my own horn or anything but they couldn’t fire me because there’s no one who’s trained to take my place. I still try my best though to work hard and earn the money that’s given to me. I also get to meet amazing new people like the Deangilo Williams, yeah the one that plays for the Panthers. You’ll never know when you’ll meet a new face where I work. I do love my job.

Me and my girlfriend matching! It wasn't planned!

Me and my girlfriend matching! It wasn’t planned!

The first ever picture of me and my girlfriend.

The first ever picture of me and my girlfriend.

Me and Ryan Welch doing some volunteer work.

Me and Ryan Welch doing some volunteer work.

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