day was May 14, 1993 at Lakeland Hospital in New Orleans East,
Louisiana. At 7:15 p.m., Felicia Murret, then Felicia Tanguis,
gave birth to a legend. He was not a Bob Marley type of legend,
but he was more of a Luke Skywalker or Superman type of legend.
That legend is me, Reny Ramon Ramos. There awaiting my arrival
were both of my grandma’s, both of my grandpa’s, and
most of my aunts and uncles. My mom tells me that when they finished
cleaning me up, she could hear a loud scream coming from down
the hallway. She thought to herself if that scream was coming
from me that she would have to grow up fast to take care of me.
Of course, I was the baby screaming. A day later, my parents brought
me home. From there the years passed by, and I am who I am now.
My school years have really influenced that. Throughout my life,
my pre-school, elementary school, middle school, and high school
years have shaped who I am today.
14, 1993, I was born. I was born at Eastlake Hospital. I
weighed about seven pounds and was about twenty inches.
My whole family attended my birth.
||When I was
about four years old, my parents brought me to a strange place.
The place was a day-care called Hug-A-Bunch. I remember my first
day there very well. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Tiffany.
That day I made a friendship with two people that has lasted till
this day. The two boys’ names were Joshua Brunett and Sean
Claire. Josh was the oldest of the three of us, but he was also
the shortest. Sean was the youngest, but he was also the tallest.
We immediately became friends within the first hour of meeting
each other. Our parents think we were brothers in our past lives
because we got along so well. About a year later, I graduated
from pre-school. The day-care rented the Buccaneer Villa Swim
Club hall for the night and gave us a proper graduation ceremony.
At the time, I had a little girlfriend named Courtney. She moved
a week later. I was not the happiest little boy in the world after
that. When I was three, my mother gave birth to my sister, Zoe
Ramos. Zoe was born at Lakeside Hospital on July 11, 1996. Zoe
was a good baby at first, but as she grew older, she became the
normal little sister. She would always aggravate me and get on
my nerves. She still does from time to time. My aunt Lydia, my
godmother, was the person who dealt with me when I was first born.
She would watch me when my mom was working and when my dad was
at school. She has been like my second mother since the day I
was born. When I was five, I became too old to stay at Hug-A-Bunch.
It was time for me to write a new chapter in my life’s story.
That chapter begins with a place called Our Lady of Prompt Succor
very big cheeks when I was a baby. My aunt used to call
me "Cheeks-for-Days". Every year, usually for
my birthday, my parents would take me to get pictures taken.
Lady of Prompt Succor, or O.L.P.S., was a catholic school for
grades kindergarden to eighth grade. My kindergarden teacher was
Mrs. Rowley. She was a short lady who could have possibly been
the nicest lady in the world. Sean and Josh happened to go to
the same school, but they were in a different class. In Mrs. Rowley’s
class, I met Blake Montalbano. Blake was my first friend at O.L.P.S.
Blake and I became friends immediately. We liked the same things
and had many things in common. The first few years at O.L.P.S.
went by quickly. Before I knew it, I was in sixth grade, one of
the best years of my life. My sixth grade teacher was Mr. Griffen.
Mr. Griffen was and still is my favorite teacher. Mr. Griffen
was a very religious man, and he started his own group at school
called the Crusaders. The Crusaders would meet in the cafeteria
and pray the rosary every Friday. I can rightfully say that I
was his favorite student. I was also a member of the student council.
The students elected me the vice-president for my grade and treasurer
for the whole student council. While in sixth grade, I played
flag football for the school. My school was not the richest school,
so we did not have a real football team. I played wide receiver
and cornerback for the school. I also played basketball and softball
for O.L.P.S. My home life at the time was awesome. Whenever I
would get home, I would meet with a bunch of my friends and go
skateboarding. I was never really good, but I tried. On hot days,
we would jump in my pool and take a swim. My house was the hang
out spot for the whole street. A year later, my whole life would
was about seven or eight, my grandmother signed me up for
a contest. It was the Asian-Pacific Club contest for younger
children. It was a fundraiser and pageant type of contest.
I raised the most money and was crowned Little Filipino
was August 25, 2005. Bob Breck, the local weatherman, predicted
that a hurricane would hit Louisiana on August 28. That hurricane
was Hurricane Katrina, one of the worst disasters in United States
history. At first, my mom decided that we would stay in our house
and ride the hurricane out. Luckily, my grandma convinced my mom
to evacuate. If we would not have evacuated, I might have died.
On August 25, we left for Houston. We stayed with my Aunt Maria
and Uncle Mike. In Houston, I attended Bammel Middle School. I
was not the same person I was back in Louisiana at the time. I
was not very outgoing and did not make many friends. I decided
to seclude myself for some reason. After we left Houston, we decided
to pack our bags and move to Maryville, Tennessee. My mom was
offered a job in Knoxville, and my step-dad went into the Knoxville
Police Department. As soon as I arrived in Maryville, my parents
enrolled me into Maryville Middle School. My first day there was
very awkward. I remember the first person I met at Maryville Middle
School was Dalton Graumann. He gave me a tour of the school on
my first day. My first real friend at the school was Austin Canfield.
He actually came to Maryville Middle School after I did. We became
friends really fast, and we still are. Two years later, I found
myself a freshman at Maryville High School.
a picture of my Nanny, or Aunt Lydia, and I at Universal Studios.
The family goes on vacation every summer, and we decided to
go to Orlando, Florida the year this picture was taken. My
aunt and I are very close, which is shown in this photo.
freshman year was no different than any other school year. I realized
time had flown by fast. Freshman year passed by quickly, as did
sophomore year. Now, I am a junior with a normal life doing normal
things. During the school year, I play basketball on my free time.
I play for the Parks and Rec league during basketball season,
and I usually go to First Baptist gym to play with friends. I
also like to play guitar and sing. My whole family loves music,
and, when we get together, music can usually be heard from within
the house. During the summer, I head down to Louisiana to live
with my dad. There, I work with my grandpa as a chemist. I run
different tests on grains and agricultural products checking for
any poisons or toxins. When I am not working, I am playing basketball
or football with friends. This past summer, I attended a summer
program at Stanford University. The three weeks I spent there
may be the best three weeks of my life so far. I wish I could
rewind time and go back. Hopefully, I may be able return there.
sports team is the New Orleans Saints. My dad, my friend
Vinh, and I went to the Saints game against the New York
Jets. Before the game, we went tailgating with some friends.
||As my life
goes on, I can only imagine what God has in store for me in the
future. Hopefully, I will be in college within the next three
years majoring in ancient history. My goal as of now is to get
into Stanford University. When I am older, I hope to pursue a
career as a history teacher. In ten years, I may very well be
a high school teacher, or maybe even a college professor. At the
moment, I am just taking my years as a youth in. I live life without
thinking to far ahead. If you think to far ahead, you do not have
time to enjoy what is here now. I cannot say what will happen
to me in the future, but I can say what has happened to me in
the past and that those events have made me who I am today.
On a trip
to San Francisco, my dad and I decided to stop by a beach
near the Golden Gate Bridge. As I was looking out into the
San Francisco Bay, my dad took this photo. We got a great
view of the Golden Gate Bridge from this beach. It was also
cold which is why I'm wearing jeans in California.