My name is Jordan Jones and I am a Journalism student at the world reknown University of Florida. Yes the world reknown! I am studying public relations and am minoring in sociology. I was born in West Palm Beach Florida at St. Mary's Hospital. I lived in Belle Glade for the first two years of my life and then moved to Jupiter Florida, a palm tree and beach town. Some people wonder how my interest in writting poetry started.
Here's a brief summary. I spent many of my afternoons as a youth playing sports until I stumbbled onto drugs. At the age of 13 I experimented with marijuana and soft drugs. By the age of 15 I had quite a long drug list, with the exception of some of the harder drugs. During the latter part of 16 I found myself court mandated into a rehabilitation center that was just short of jail.
I spent 11 months and three weeks in this youth rehab facility where I learned tools to manage my life with out intoxicating substances.One huge factor that helped me to succeed through that period of time was my parents.
|I have no clue how my parents stayed by my side in such a painful time.
The loyalty that they displayed was more than that of soldiers camaraderie,
at least that is what it felt like to me. I still can't comprehend the sacrifices that they
were willing to make and made to see their youngest son through this phase.
I am biased but I haven't met another set of parents so caring, understanding
and loyal in my 23 years of living. I only hope to be as good as a parent as my
loving parents were to me.|
Some of the tools that I have learned throughout my time in rehab was to express my emotions in a positive way, or at least in a nonharmful way. That is why I turned to writing instead of my earlier coping ways of fighting, fist fighting that is.
Many of the people that I have met either don't believe the stories that I tell or wouldn't have ever guessed that I was as rowdy as I used to be, but I guess that is a good thing. It must be my parents rearing that lead me to be the person that I am today.
After I spent my rebellious stage in a level three security rehab, it was time
for me to grow up. I struggled to graduate with my high school class and succeeded.
I went on to community college at Palm Beach were I spent three semesters and
then transfered to Santa Fe Community College, to help get away from that previous
After three years at SFCC, with never taking the ASVAB, SAT, or a having a great grade point average, I applied to UF in which I was denied. Two days later I went into the dean of my college and asked him to review my transcripts, whereby he readmitted me. One of the most joyous days of my life. Yes I still party with the best of them, UF students always have and will, but I have my priorities in check.
My feeling is that with all the trials and tribulations that I have been through and the walks of life that I have encountered, studying public relations seemed to suite me best. So no I'm not a wuss or a panzy, there's a deeper reason to my rhyme and now you know it.
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