Some facts about myself

Hello world, in order to keep this blog  more private I have decided to call myself Soto. Soto is my last name which sounds very Japanese like, and I have looked it up and it means outside in Japanese and grove in Spanish, but it' is not Japanese for racially I am categorized as a Mexican. Being part of a Mexican family, I have many cousins, so many in fact those that those my mom mentions do not interest me for I have never met them. My close family is large compared to the average white american family, I have four siblings and two parents. All of my siblings are older than me, and even though we are siblings we do not have much in common, one looks like a blonde, another like a typical Mexican, and the other two look white. Of course, based on my parents genetics I'd expect them to be pale for my parents are/were quite pale themselves. My mom is what in Mexico they call "blanquita" which is a light-skinned person, in other words white but the meaning is much softer than that in Spanish. My father was quite pale, but as he joined my grandfather out in the fields of celery and paved the concrete with the company he burnt and crisped, now it's quite a remarkable sight to see today for when one lifts up his arm sleeve is skin is white while on the outside he is a very scary and intimidating dark  man. Now I, myself look a lot like my mom. I have her green/hazel eyes which slant downwards making me look either tired or sad, her pale complexion (well not so much because I tanned), her ex-straightish hair, and her petite height. What runs through all my family is our shyness. Now, my father is very loud and can make anyone fear him but that is simply because of his high blood pressure and in my childhood I suffered and cried a lot, but I was just a cry baby. I was a crazy child. I broke my dad's new thousand stereo, painted on the wall with some human bodily brown stuff, called England, people had to call the firefighters twice to get me out of the house which I locked, almost threw my potty training toilet at my uncle and broke my front teeth because I tripped on my birthday shoes. Everyone knew me as "traviesa" which means troublemaker. I made my mother suffer quite a lot I was the most troublesome of the five, I cried all through out the night as an infant my mother did everything: she changed my diaper, gave me medicine in case my head hurt, gave me food, milk, made me burp, tried to rock me to sleep, took me on a walk and so many more but I was  a very demanding child and simply wanted a bath... What an odd child. I grew through elementary school as a very enthusiastic wild child who didn't mind being Mexican and played with whomever she wanted. Soon after entering middle school. That's just a weird stage for everyone so lets keep it that way;I switched into shy mode in middle school and have stayed there since. In eighth grade I met Sara, my Upward Bound English teacher she was crazy and has one of the most ridiculous laughs. She taught me about racial differences and criticism and to analyze the text more but also made me less trustworthy of human nature. Instead of being encouraged, which she was trying to do, to be proud of my heritage I became ashamed.  From there came high school where my most memorable experience was in tenth grade, where I went experienced la Ruta Quetzal. The summer after tenth grade I went to Colombia and Spain for free and met so many Latinos people who were friendly and were one of the only who have truly given me strength to be inspired. It was there where I learned so many things about commitment, friendship, cultural, and happiness. Now I am a senior striving to succeed.