johnrezayadollahi

Welcome to my really cliché, not-so-designer-friendly, mostly clean, all but untouched webpage.
I call it a webpage because I don't foresee any future additions (in the form of supplementary
pages), nor do I feel the need to occupy anymore than one scroll's worth of your time with my
trite words. So, without further ado, I now present to you the class-required, bare-minimum,
black and white - or in this case, navy blue - list; an obscure little spotlight on just who I am so
that you may see me a little clearer in the dark, uninhabitable four years of "education" that
await us all, had the desire ever struck you poor, overworked mind.

• I'm from a quaint little village of donkey-driven carriages and Amish-fueled, bi-monthly
  social gatherings food and other festivities of yore. This town is commonly referred to as
  Manteca.

• I went to Sierra High School where I was the photo-editor for our paper,
                                            The Timber News

•  This is my pet; his name is Firefox. He defends me from spy-ware and pop-ups!

• I'm a gamer, a techie, a geek, a researcher, a music snob, and a writer

• I've decided to major in Speech Language Pathology because I love language nearly as
  much as I love helping people.

• After college I hope to work in a hospital environment with older stroke-victims as well as
  children with speech impediments. My biggest dream is to lead a self-sufficient, happy life,
  that benefits not only myself, but as many others as possible.

• I live by the concept of "paying it forward" and will, above all else, strive for this.

• The most interesting story I can tell you happened on a school bus I was once on. I had just
  gotten picked up from school and was on my home. I had my iPod in, of course, and was
  heartily enjoying Death Cab's "Tiny Vessels." My exit was just a few miles away, but
  before it, we came to a stoplight, as we always did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a
  small commotion in the AM/PM parking lot across the street. When I looked closer, I
  realized what was happening. Two guys were beating a third absolutely senseless. It
  was the most shocking site of my life. To this day, I can remember his anguish-soaked face.
  I looked closer and realized that these were same two guys that for months had been
  starting trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She
  said, "You're moving with you auntie and uncle to Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it
  came near, the license-plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror! If anything I could
  say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Naw, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!"

• Hey, thanks for taking the time to read this - and as I hope you caught, I am a man of my
  word. I limited you to but one scroll (and a total possibility of six clicks, if you followed my
  links). I sincerely hope that your day only gets better.