Miles graduated in the Class of 2000 at Crest High School, Shelby, NC

He was President of the student body and winner of the Dr. George Litton Leadership Award. He graduated cum laude from NC State University in 2004 and is pursuing a career in waste water management.

"My Autobiography"

Written for Tenth Grade English at Crest High School

I know how much you talked to us about all the boring stuff, but you will only read of this type of stuff in the first paragraph. My name is Miles Hamrick. I am a native of Boiling Springs, North Carolina. My parents are Cline and Kathryn Hamrick. I have three brothers whose names are Jason, Leif, and Spencer.

I could just see my father on the cold snowy day of February 26, 1982. "Kathryn, if you can't do better than this, we're just going to have to pull this baby out like I have to do my calves, tie a rope around his legs and pull him out."

At a time like this, family comes to visit. Well, my Grandma was on her way to see her newest grandchild when she got stuck on Highway 74. Like I said, it was snowing and it was coming down good; at least that's what the story is. To top it off, she had to go to the bathroom but didn't want to get out of the car, so she went inside the car. I guess she was so happy of the new baby boy.

Like I say, my father was a farmer, and because of that I received the name "Farmer Boy." He wasn't any ordinary farmer, he was a dairy farmer who had a mirror image with him all the time, "my mother." See, Mama writes a weekly column in the Shelby Daily Star and has since 1973 and still does to this day. She isn't afraid to say anything, or as my Daddy says, "she is a real go rounder," and this is what makes her so good and is why people love her so much. Many people say I have to have that characteristic; I guess you'll find out by the end of this paper. Back to dairy farming, we sold out in 1986 in the dairy buy-out program because we weren't making any money, plain and simple. You know it's hard to survive without the green stuff, and we were lacking that.

My Papa started this dairy farming trend. It was a pretty well paid job back in his day, but now, it isn't worth a toot. My Papa was a real card, or that's what everyone says. He always had a story to tell you. It was true half the time and half the time it was not true. I guess that's why he was so well-known and well-liked. I was privileged to know my Papa for 10 years but then he passed on. On the other hand, my Nanny died before I even existed. They say she could cook so well that it would make you choke on your tongue. My father says she was one of the hardest working women he ever saw in his lifetime.

On the other hand, my mother was a city slicker till she met Paw. He converted her into the best silage truck driver in the southeast. For those of you who are saying, "What is silage?", well, it's a type of feed that is fed to cows. Basically it's ground-up corn. Mama's father was a Baptist preacher; unfortunately I never got to know him. My Grandma, though, is still living to this day. She is the cheapest person in the world that will ever exist; you can bank on that, buddy. She used to be a history teacher at North Rowan High School in Spencer, NC, which is where one of my brothers got his name. Yes, this is the one that I made go to the bathroom in her car.

Besides writing in the Shelby Daily Star, my mother was a full time farmer's wife and a mother. She never worked for 20 years because she had to raise four boys and drive silage trucks. Her first job was for Gardner-Webb College as the Publications Director; she worked there for around two years. She started selling insurance for Metlife after that. She sold insurance for six years. Then the position for Manager opened, and she applied for the job at Metlife and got the job. To this day she is still there as the Manager. Although the job is a very hard job, she likes it.

Besides being a dairy farmer, my father worked at Gardner Webb College for about five years as the grounds manager. After that he started a business of his own doing landscaping. He started out by just working in the afternoons, and he got some kids he knew real well from the college to help him. Then he started full-time. He was doing everything from sowing yards, to putting out mulch, planting shrubs, spreading fertilizer; you name it, he did it. He finally applied for a job where he would be working at Copeland Industries on second shift. Since he was working second, he would be able to work in landscaping till lunch, then have to go in to work at Copeland. He didn't like second at all, so he applied for a job at Shelby City Schools, again as the Manager of Grounds. He is still at Shelby City Schools as Grounds Manager. He loves it there. He likes his boss, and that's good. I believe he will retire there.

My family has had our share of pets. You name it, we've owned it. We had dogs, chickens, goats, horses, cows, cats. Our dogs got dragged down the road by the car. The chicken got eaten by the dog. The goats got eaten by the dog, so we killed the dog. The horse ate kudzu and died. Wild dogs chased cows. The cats drank antifreeze. So, as you can see we have never had any luck with animals at all.

Story has it that when I went off to school for the first time my mother was jumping for joy. See, since I was the youngest of four sons my mother got tired of the same routine. When Jason who is the oldest one, went off to school, she was torn all to pieces; at least that's what Daddy says. You see, she knew when she got me to step out of the car she was through with changing diapers, playing in the sand pile, and trying to find clothes that the dog had dragged off.

I was one of the many privileged children to get to be one of the first ones at the new elementary school. Not a whole lot happened while I was in elementary school; just the average I guess. It was the end of my fifth grade year and I was preparing myself to enter " the middle school." It would be a time that I would meet many new friends, new teachers, and new classrooms. I didn't know what to expect; I thought that I would get beat up every day. That's why I say I didn't know what to expect. Those years seemed to be the shortest school years of my life, and in reality they were.

"My name is Mrs. Scism. I will be your physical science teacher. Are there any questions?" I had finally reached high school -- only four years left. I was ready for this day; I wanted to go to school. I heard that there was more freedom, but what no one told me was that with the freedom along came responsibility. In English class I had many responsibilities. I had to do a 500-word autobiography in a week; along with that I had to have read a book in two weeks. You see, I didn't expect this, but it's life I know for a fact. I just had it in my mind that I couldn't read that book in two weeks, but I read it in three days. I went home that day I was assigned the book and asked my brother how I could read that book, and he said, "just bust your butt," and that's what I did. I found that if you put your mind to it you could do anything you want. When I get big assignments like this one, I jump in with both feet.

Currently, I am enrolled at Crest High School as a tenth grader. My plans after high school are to go to college to study to be a veterinarian, and after that, go where God leads me.


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