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I went through two workers and am on my third in the aftercare. I will say that the first lady was just terrible. She didn't care about where I was being located or how I felt.

I tried to be, but they kept telling me if you get in at 13, nobody will sign up to adopt you randomly. People adopt the younger kids. I would have had to have already known a family who wanted me.

I reconnected pretty well with my father at 18. My sister talks to me a lot. We don't get along well, but we try. I lost contact with everybody else.

I like how I turned out. But I saw kids who really needed that family. My favorite foster brother was this boy named Marcus. He was really functional. You couldn't tell he'd been beaten unless you pried. He essentially wasn't adopted because he was beaten for longer than the younger kids. I met him when he was 14 or 15. The dude is a cult of personality and the source of some of my favorite stories. Everyone loves him and I see him not succeeding since he dropped out of high school. If he had a parent I wonder a lot if he'd have been fixed up enough. Our foster dad tried. He kept him after he was shut down and raised him for free, but Marcus wasn't forced to stay and ran off when he didn't agree with the rules anymore.

Anyone who ages out of care at 18 i supposed to get full college paid anywhere in Texas. They work pretty hard to make sure that you still get that future. I have had some great times in the system, and I've got a lot of fun stories too. I don't want you to think none of us get a good time or anything. I like to think I was very successful in the scenario. But a lot of the stuff is sad too.

Sort of. There was this guy. I get chills to this day. He was really thuggish, but he was also a really great and nice guy. He heard voices from drug abuse(I think that was why) at a young age. So he'd go in the "quiet room" (a less rubber rubber room when the kids need to chill out and be isolated) and just scream at the top of his lungs. He would always request to be put there. But he would yell things like "I don't wanna hear these voices any more" and "Leave me alone!". Other than him, any other kids always just thought they were tougher than they were. But he was one I really felt bad for. He couldn't control when he'd get violent so he'd just go to that quiet room for an hour or so every single day. Like clockwork. He said the voices weren't so hostile when he was high. Then they'd just ask "what's going on?" or "who's he?" But he always said they said terrible things usually.

Great guy though. Seriously, a solid dude who was just kind of out of rhythm with society for things he couldn't control.

I've been waiting for that question. Story time: My highschool theatre teacher has one of the greatest families I know. The dad totally sees me as a hipster non-comformist. We talk about stuff like wrestling a lot, and he thinks I hate this guy and like this guy based on popularity. He one day went off on a business trip and watched a redsox game. When he came back he had the hat and said:

"Hey, Arron. I got something for you. Now, hear me out on this. You hate conforming, and you're in Texas, where everybody has a strong opinion. You love seeing people disagree, so I got you a Red Sox hat. I know you hate most sports, but these guys are really not popular in Texas(this was true. My History teacher called me out and told me to turn it around at the beginning of the year). If you wear this hat, you'll spark a few more of your non-conformist arguments."

It was so thoughtful and sincere that I've worn it almost every day since. I'm wearing it now. Haha. I don't know the first thing about the Red Sox.