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Before I fill you in on all the intimate, juicy secrets of my every-day, humdrum life, I'd like to tell you a bit about my nickname--or rather, how I got it. Jellyfish is a name I've had since 4th grade. That's six years! Amazing, is it not? When the name was bestowed on me, it was Miss Jellyfish, although I dropped the 'Miss' sometime around seventh grade.
The circumstances around how I got my nickname are the typical 4th grade scenario of boys against girls. In my eyes, it was simply awful the way I was thrust into a group that was half boys since one of my best friends was absent that day. Luckily, I had my other best friend, Momo, to keep me company. Background on Momo: she moved from Japan to the US in kindergarten, then moved back in seventh grade. (Waaaaaaaah!)
Anyway, we were doing what I thought was a fun project except that we had to do it with boys. (4th grade train of thought: EEEEW! NOT BOYS! COOOOTIEEEES!) The project was that we were going to the planet Mars and we had to figure out what to bring with us--keeping in mind we had limited space. Unfortunately, the boys also took the project too seriously. They were doing all this technical thinking, and left us in the dust--which was ultimately our fault because we got so bored that we weren't paying attention. So, Momo and I rebelled. We were not going to do anything else unless they let us take some jellyfish along with us to Mars. The boys declared that jellyfish were the least useful things we could bring, and that they were not going to let us take them. Boldly, we exclaimed, "That's not fair! You never let us decide anything! We're gonna go to our OWN planet and..."
So, we drew out a diagram. The spaceship landed on a planet named Jellyfish that was, incidentally, shaped like a jellyfish, on the region made of the tentacles. The tentacles of the jellyfish were coated with some stuff that caused all the boys to fall off into deep infinite space HAHAHA while the girls went up the tentacles to the main part of the planet where they rested in some caves. (The eyes, I know jellyfish don't have eyes, but we were on a roll, OK?). Inside the caves lived happy jellyfish people that the girls befriended and then lived happily ever after together with the jellyfish. The End.
While we were doing that, the boys were working hard on our project. They had got to the stages of drawing our homes on Mars. Each person could have two buildings built--a home for themselves and their family and one for the good of the group. I drew two houses so Momo could draw two buildings. One was a square thing with a "P" on it and one was a square thing with a "J" on it. The "P" building was a pee factory. Probably a sewage treatment plant, but Momo was still not quite an all-star at English then--or maybe she DID know what she was doing. How could I tell? The other building was the jellyfish room. Since we could not bring the jellyfish with us, we had a room filled with jellyfish sculptures, jellyfish posters, jellyfish books, and we sat around all day inside it talking only about jellyfish.
After that, I'm not sure who first started calling me the Jellyfish. All I know is that for the rest of my life I have been known as Jellyfish. Thank you very much.
Now you can learn about my other self, the real, live, every-day (horror-of-horrors!) self. To start off, I am 16 years old and go to high school in Worthington, Ohio, USA. Relatively a boring place to live, but I can't complain because I have so many good friends that live out here! I play the piano and the violin, and right now I am involved in the Pit Orchestra for the upcoming production of Fiddler On The Roof by my high school. I enjoy writing, drawing, and making this webpage : ) in my spare time. However, the thing I love doing the most is joking around with friends. I'm the crazy one, you see. Don't try to contradict me. You know it's true. The fact that I actually enjoy being called an invertebrate is a big clue in that diagnosis.