My name is Zac Schubey, and I am 16 years old. Around the age of 10 I smoked my first cigarette. I didn't know what I was doing but I did. I didn't know how to inhale smoke let alone know how to spell it. That was the highlight of my F.A. years(fat-ass). Going to school was like visiting HELL for seven and a half hours. I weighed over 160 pounds. With the military issue glasses and a buzzed hair cut it all came together. I was the kid everyone had picked on. I was never given the privlege of getting a fat kid nickname. I was known as fat ass to most and Zac to few. The only exercise I got was pulling the fridge door open and running to the principal's office to avoid the daily beating(I was never caught).
When I finally decided to do something about my weight problem I went to pick up my step-moms 5 pound dumbell and found myself struggling. My dad who would encourage me to lose weight had looked around the house to find something I could lift. A can of chunky soup(beef and vegiz)! Pretty sad to lift weight with something you were just going to eat an hour later. Through puberty, my step-moms cooking, and my many cans of chunky soup I had lost the weight. A few years later I moved to Hershey, Pa and met some pretty cool people there. The first one was named Geoff. One of my first days there in history we had to write a "Most embarrasing moment" paragraph and read it out loud to the class. My story made people laugh and that's when I decided to try to be funny. Through the years before I was the nerd, the fat kid, the quiet one, and the stupid one. I ended up being the funny, stupid, weird one. In 8th grade a guy named Chris gave me the nick name Schubey. I hated it the most annoying thing anyone could say to me but it grew on me. During that year I went out with 2 girls one cheated on me in a matter of hours, and the other well... lets just say I was so desperate I would of settled for a jar of peanut butter and a poodle.
Later that year at a football game against L.D. I went up to some cops and said "Do you know what kind of sound a cop car makes? Buoop buoop!" Stupid things like that were always fun and had people believe I was not fearless but so much of a dumbass I would try/do anything. I pretty much did.
"The SCHUBEY SID HILL" what a nightmare. It is a hill behind a church that was smooth and steep. My friend Behe and Mike bet me to go down it on my skateboard so I did. I made it all the way down but as soon as I got 5 feet from it I flew. 4 feet high and 5 feet far when I landed I was rolling on pebbles in the parking lot. As soon as I stopped I got up and flailed my arms in the air (a celebration that I was still alive). I was up for about 2 sec then I fell to the ground, crawled over to the grass and layed there for a minute. The whole time from when I was rolling till then my friends were laughing. so was I, I couldn't belive I didn't break anything. I had cuts up and down my back, arms, legs, and a rock was inside the palm of my hand. They helped me up and get inside the church. I used my skateboard to rest the leg I thought I had fractured. I got bandaged up with some gaus and some reese's peanut butter cups. I had to gimp home from the church. It wasn't to far. But what was a mile felt like 5. I got inside and told my step-mom what had happened and she says "Did you break anything?" I said no and she said that she will have my dad look at it when he get home. He woke me up and looked at it. I should have gotten stitches in my leg but I said to wait to see if it would heal first. It did and so did everything else. Then this kid named Sid tryed the hill and made it with no complications. So thats why its called "The SCHUBEY SID HILL".
A quik paint of "The SCHUBEY SID HILL"
