Lisa Mitalka

[Lisa Mitalka]

Name: Lisa Mitalka
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Position: Music Teacher
Hometown: Malibu, California
Family:

Ah, my family. The ones I hate dearly, save for my adopted daughter. Well, I suppose I should start off with my parents then.

- Mother Dearest or maybe I should say, Mother, I Hate You. Even before I revealed my sexuality, you treated me like I was nothing more than scum on the floor, only having time for my precious older brother. I excelled in so many things, yet she failed to notice any of them - or perhaps she just didn't want to notice them in the first place. She made me do horrible things, like clean the house completely for my punishment. She'd pay no mind to what my brother did to me. She kept my few friends away from the house like they were vermin too. She never helped me, whatsoever. This is one person I will be glad to never speak to again.

- Father, Why? Why did you let her disown me? Of all people, you were the person who cared for me. The person who talked with me, tucked me in at night, helped me when I needed guidance. You were always my friend, and yet you let her disown me! Going on though, my father was a nice person. Much better than my snob of a mother. He cared for me as I said above, and was one of the few in the family who didn't treat me like grime. But now I can never see him again. Thanks to her.

My siblings, and extended family aren't of any importance, since I have seen nor spoken to any of them since I graduated. However, there is one person left.

- Darling Mickey, my one and only daughter, who I adopted when she was 3, and when I was 26. Doing the math, she's eleven now. She's in her boarding school right now while I'm here, but I see and hear her whenever I want, not only via a video-message frenzy, but in my heart. The only true family I'll ever have again, unless I find the right one.

Likes:

- Mickey
- Music of any kind.
- Most shows on TV.
- Parties
- Kids and Teenagers
- Teaching

Dislikes:

- My family, save for my daughter.
- Chinese and Mexican food.
- Sports
- Students who fail themselves
- Being thought of as "The Mean Teacher"

Personality:

My personality is a good one, in all honesty. I am a very, very, very nice person around anyone and everyone, even if we have some ongoing feud. Except for my family, but that's a special condition. I treat everyone with respect, and get it back most of the time from them. I do sometimes pick favorites, students who I like especially, but why can't I? I'm always looking for good students. After all, I'm responsible for each grade's musical education, and I see the freshman class for another four years if I stay here. All students, however, are like my children - I will give them guidance, and treat them as if I was their mother, a very caring and fond mother, nothing like the one I was forced to live with.

Appearance:

I have a pretty average weight for my height, coming in at 146 lbs at 5' 9'', or so I think in my mind. My appearance doesn't matter to me much - most of the time, I leave to teach wearing a shirt that most other teachers don't wear and that most students would be likely to wear, and with my hair messed up. I think I look average in the looks department - my features were in no way carved by Michaelangelo. My nose is slightly bigger than most, my lips are a bit smaller, and my forehead is wider and higher than others. I have blonde-brown hair and brown eyes, and like I said, my hair is usually not the best you'll see. It's of average length, not too long, not too short as well. I have a birthmark on my back shaped a bit like a baby's bottle in my opinion, though others tell me it's not shaped like that at all. There's a piercing in my navel, and I have blue earrings in my ears at most times.

History:

Ah. My life. An interesting one, at that. I suppose I should start off at my birth, on July 2nd, 1973, to a rich-snobby mother and a rich-caring father, and a brother who could care less about me, and who I could care less about. As I said above, it was mainly my father that took care of me while I was an infant and toddler - feeding me, playing with me, sometimes taking me with him to work when he was allowed to. I truly loved him more than anyone else at that time. But living with a snob of a mother who pays more attention to paint drying than her only daughter catches up to you, and in time, I was a bit saddened by the fact that we never spoke, and that she never came to help me when I needed her.

Up till my fifthteenth birthday, my life continued like this. I succeeded academically, and made a few friends for life along the way in Elementary and Middle School. I began to take on surfing, which I loved. When I was 8, I began learning to play the violin, and when I was 10, I knew how to play it, the trumpet, and the clarinet. I continued surfing and getting good grades, but music was where my passion could be found - in the next five years I expanded my musical knowledge to include acoustic guitar, trombone, percussion, flute, and tenor saxophone in that time, along with my first three instruments.

And then the time came. I had been thinking about it deeply since I was eleven. My friends had said it before - hell, one of them was it, and we all had no problem with it. So it came out to them first - I just said I was gay at lunch. No big deal in my mind. The three of them just smiled at me and said "No biggy, we sort of figured you were." and we went on eating and being BFFs. But then came the time to break the news to my parents and family. The one time my mother actually cared was this - and five minutes later, she had disowned me, and I was on the street, without a second glance from any of my parents.

Fighting back tears, I had wandered the streets for hours until the friend that I had mentioned above, who was a lesbian herself, found me in her neighborhood. I explained what happened, and at once she brought me to her house. So until graduation, I lived with her and her parents, who were extremely kind to me and perhaps the best people that cared for me.

After graduation, I went to a college that specialised in music. I had only one thought on my mind at that time - to get a degree in education, so along with my musical degree, I could teach younger minds. And it went exactly as planned - I learned to play even more instruments, and after 4 years, I had a bachelor's degree, and began working on my masters.

It was at age 26 that I finished college and decided it was time to try and adopt a child. My wish was granted when I found Mickey in an orphanage. The papers got signed in no time, the fee was paid, and Mickey was now my daughter.

I spent the next seven years of that living in my house in North Florida with Mickey, giving her everything I was denied when I was a child from my mother - love, for instance. I also took on a job at a Middle School to teach their bands there. And then I heard of Crescent Hill Academy, and had come here, sending Mickey to a close-by boarding school in Brooklyn at the same time. We do miss each other, but we're still family, and can see each other occasionally too, like on the weekends that we're both free. This is my first year at Crescent Hill, and I hope to make the most of it.

Experience:

I was instructed in a very prestigious college that taught me all I needed to know about music, and how to teach it. I have a master's degree in it, for that matter. I've been teaching Middle School band level since I was 26, but I hope to be able to educate the kids here even better.

Hopes/Goals:

To help all students that wish to learn music learn it, and hopefully become their friend.

[Andrew Neumann]

Wow nice approved.