I was born December the 25, 1997 in Boise, Idaho.

I lived there for 16 months, where

my family adopted Murphy a mutt from the pound. My mom likes to remind me that Murphy
was my older brother. My dad worked at Micron Technology, Inc. in Boise as Patent Counsel.
We then moved to Boston, Massachusetts, because my dad got a job as Director of Intellectual
Property with GTE Corp., which later merged with Bell Atlantic Corp. to become Verizon
Communications Corp. My sister Audrey was born in March of 2000 in Boston. We lived there
for 18 months, my earliest memory is on a white carpet with a black figure beside me looking
out a window. Murphy and I liked to watch for trucks from that window. We then moved to
Walnut Creek, California, and my dad joined a law firm specializing in intellectual property, he
commutated to Palo Alto for three years, after which he formed his own one man firm, namely
The Webostad Firm, to reduce his commute time. I finally saw my dad on a regular basis when I
was seven but for two or three years after when setting the table I would ask my mother if daddy
would be home for dinner. By far the move most effected Murphy because when any one came
to the front door he had to jump up to see them through the window in the door, so upon
approach all people would see was half of a dog wearing a tuxedo jumping to chest height, and
he did not bark which made it more frightening the first time and more amusing thereafter.
I went to Walnut Avenue preschool when I was three and my first day of preschool was
September 11th 2001, and I said Mom that was my best day ever! At preschool I met such
people as Rachel Peirce and Andrew and Curtis Joseph, who I still know today. After preschool
I attended Walnut Acres Elementary. The fourth grade was particularly hard as I was not

particularly popular with the bullies, which in some ways I find to be good, meaning I was not a
bully. The people who most helped me with this problem were Big Colin and Kyle Austin. I
then proceeded to get away from the bullies and made friends with Ian Morford. Then after fifth
grade I went to Foothill and had close to a fresh start where teachers like Mr. Litten, Mrs.
Brown, and Mrs. Schmidt helped me to realize my potential and motivated me to learn lots more
about everything and to use my vocabulary, they taught me how to be smart and to learn quickly.
The best part of middle school was eighth grade because people started to think of me as smart
which was partially why I was bullied for knowing big words but having no way to use them.
During the after school hours I did Boy Scouts where I was immediately made quarter master
because in a troop of 16 everyone was in leadership. I also met my good friends Lauren and
Skylar Ackermen, Michael Read, and Ryan Blake. I would later go on Philmont with my troop.
As a scout I was chosen for Assistant Senior Patrol Leader, and then appointed to Senior Patrol
Leader as is standard practice in Troop 226-because when you had 16 people you cant have
elections, you just have promotions. After my eighth grade year I attended Northgate High
School.
My freshmen year of high school I began to really get good grades and although I had
missing assignments I never really was in danger of getting a D, which was not unheard of for
me. Sometimes I struggle with writhing, its hard to get my thoughts out, when I write it is
sometimes very disjointed so as to cause my reader to lose interest. However, there is one thing
in writing that I have been good at; introduction sentences, and that is what helped me through
English freshmen year. My greatest idea was playing football because it gave me people I could

trust who would not let other people mess with me, while also gaining a little bit of notoriety for
being so small and playing football. Where football was a terrible idea was that I had the crap
kicked out of me every day. When I come home I had pain, mostly in my legs and ribs, it sucked
and I took Advil every day for a couple of weeks. Eventually I got used to it and then I ditched
the Advil. The best thing about playing football as a freshmen was being able to watch varsity
and to watch them win, the freshman team finished with a 2-6 record, but varsity had a 6-4
record. It was always nice to see varsity beat up on some team. The last week of freshmen
football I was pulled up to junior varsity, along with most of the freshmen team, and junior
varsity does practice with varsity and I found them to be much bigger than me and was forced to
return to Advil, sadly no playoff game for varsity so that was wasted effort on J.V. preparing
them and having longer practices.
The rest of freshmen year was rather uneventful. Sophomore year was much better on
football, we won one more game, and better yet varsity was 8-2 which was extremely good and
Kyle Austin was now starting quarterback and he was always trying to help me no matter how
many times I messed up. This is as far as I can really go.

The first largely life changing event of my life was 9/11, but that is only the origin point.
The first thing that happened that I can remember is that right after National Public Radio
announced stock market numbers for the day and then talking about how the previous day
between three and 20 soldiers had been blown up, shot, and burned, and people acted as though
thats the way the world worked. The worst part for me personally though is that my cousin was
almost constantly deployed because he has a bad habit of volunteering for this kind of thing. He
had my mom and I constantly worried for him, he wrote to us every once and a while, he even
sent us pictures of the unit under his command at the time.
The other thing that 9/11 changed for me is that the United States appeared more and
more to be a place where politicians said a few words of disdain while our soldier laid down their
lives and that Washington as a whole has lost the power to govern effectively due to polarization.
No one wants to compromise, people think that they must have it all their way or they wont
agree. I also realized crisis move people to action and that is how the United States wants to be
governed, its populace is caught up in the drama and finding out everything, if there is no drama
no one is interested, they see it as mundane. Lastly, I realized mandatory service and a draft are
necessary to keep us out of wars and shorten the ones we must fight.

The second great change in my life was high school and the ability to be left alone. No one will
or can say anything about how I act because I insult no one, I dont go after conflict and conflict with me
will bring anyone more trouble than I am worth., Yet I am an unknown constant; while many people know
me, I do not readily come to their mind when they think of anything I associate myself with. In this lies a
great advantage, to hide in plain sight and be able to come out of hiding and become recognizable allowed
me to observe may people, groups, and clicks. I find that there are only a few small differences that
separate every group and every personality within said group. If you take away names and ideas they all
blur, they become the same, as unsure as every other group and trying to find what they believe, to go
from individual to hive mind to have a group mentality,. Human nature allows us to blur and that is what
is beautiful about it, and yet I found it more useful to be allow myself to be in many groups and no group,
and to bounce from one group to anther to see the way groups are different in names and ideas. I saw
dungeons and dragons players talking about how stupid football players are and how they are in that
regard inferior and yet they made no allowance for me, I saw football players say how Model UN is
terrible and how bad McMorris was and yet with the exception of Ian Morford never made fun of me for
being in Model UN and never associated me with it.
High school allowed for the greatest change in my life because I finally began to understand that
nothing truly is dead or gone, just not as prevalent.

Philmont is the latest in events that have changed my life, Philmont is a Boy Scout camp in the
deserts of New Mexico. Donated to the Boy Scouts by Waite Phillips, the land was originally surveyed

for coal and natural gas, however without modern drilling techniques the reserves remain unexploited. So
now the gas companies want the land but the Scouts will never give it up, this made me chuckle. The
camp is very large, and very high in elevation. My scout troop left for Philmont in the summer of 2013,
and we were gone for thirteen days and twelve nights. We started of assuming we would backpack 75
miles-we ended up doing 80 miles and in total, and if you count day hikes and water runs we hiked 103
miles. The best part of the whole endeavor was learning about my scout master and all the boys in the
troop and even though I knew them well before, I got to know them really well during the trip. I found
out that drugs lost my scout master a decade of his life and to see how the Air Force pulled him out of the
fire and straitened him out. To see us as a unit work so well together and how we fell apart. One of the
best things I ever experienced was Philmont because we as a unit work with very little flaws we would
wake up pack up backpack to the next camp and if there was an activity there we would do it, have some
fun play some cards go to sleep. We had the great advantage of being on itinerary number 19 which had
rock climbing, a firing range, Rich Cabins which is as close to a farm as you get at Philmont, as well as
the archeologist and I decided the worst name possible forIndian Writings was Indian Writings because
one its paintings if anything and two Indian is not politically correct. All of our unit experienced
something new and learned something new every day. But by far the best joke we played at Philmont
was convincing Gino that there is 5000 calories in water rich in sulfur.