Daniel Dunn Photography
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Personal Essay
It was the beginning of September two-thousand and fourteen. I was a shy freshman. I had some friends that I had met and some that I had known from middle school. I was being abused at home. Time and time again, I had told the adults at my school, and time and time again, no one did anything. I just gave up. I was too afraid to tell anyone anymore because when I did, they just called my dad and my dad would beat me.
When I was 10 years old, my dad became a Jehovah’s Witness. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a sort of Christian religion. They come up and knock on random doors trying to recruit new people for their religion. They are a very strict religion. I couldn’t do anything, watch anything, or even be friends with people who weren’t Jehovah’s Witnesses.
When I got to high school, everything changed. People at high school were different. I didn’t get bullied as much. Until I came out as transgender. Some people accepted me, but others didn’t. Whether it was because of their religious beliefs or because they thought I was doing it for attention. More often than not, it was the second one. I lost some of my best friends because they thought that I was doing it for attention. Can you blame them? For years, they thought I was a female and then I come and try to say I’m male? Like, how dare I come out of the closet and finally be who I am and be truly happy for once. I even stopped self-harming myself.
I wore hats because I felt more comfortable hiding my hair. It looked like a Justin Bieber haircut. One day, I was getting lunch and remembered that I had left my backpack in the lunchroom. I stopped so fast that my hat fell off. I couldn’t put it back on because I was holding my food. I started walking down the crowded hallway, where everyone was sitting on either side. It started with one person calling me a “faggot” and everyone else followed. When I finally got to the lunch room, I asked someone to hold my stuff while I put my hat back on. From that day forward I hadn’t taken my hat off until picture day of this school year (2016-2017).
I had a best friend who was transgender himself and for a while he was super supportive and accepting of me. Until, I found out that, of course, behind my back he was telling people that I was transgender for attention. I was in so much pain. How could he do that to me? After all that we’d been through. I mostly didn’t understand why he would do that because when he came out as transgender, people had done that to him.
Instead of cutting myself, I ended up chain-smoking cigarettes and smoking marijuana. It wasn’t much better but it did the trick, so to speak. I had a great deal of depression. One day, I got so depressed that I drink three pints of whiskey. Two pints of fireball and one pint of Jack Daniel’s. I decided to go back on campus to go take my finals (DRUNK!). I started walking down the hall and saw security. I was supposed to be in ISS (In School Suspension) that day. My backpack was broken and completely open and I had a brand new just opened bag of pretzels in it. When I started running from the security, pretzels started flying out of my backpack. I ended up dropping my very heavy (or at least at the time, it felt heavy) on the ground and started running off campus. I ended up blacking out and I remembered waking up in a cop car. To be specific, the S.R.O.’s car. I hated him. He was extremely homophobic and trans-phobic. He escorted me to the Ambulance he had called for me. I was so pissed at him that when I got in the ambulance, I kicked him in the face and when the ambulance drivers/nurses tried to tie me down, I started biting and scratching. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital in restraints. The nurse took them off and asked me not to hurt anyone. I promised and asked her what happened. Apparently, I had died.
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Instead of taking me home, they took me to a foster home where I cleaned up my life. I don’t smoke cigarettes and I’m even doing really well in school.
Floral advertisement
We have successfully advertised for a floral shop.
The shop was advertising for prom and needed
someone to take photos and edit them for the
items they were selling. It seems that we did a
wonderful job, as many people were buying the
items being sold.
The shop was advertising for prom and needed
someone to take photos and edit them for the
items they were selling. It seems that we did a
wonderful job, as many people were buying the
items being sold.
As you can see here, we were advertising for
someone who was proposing for prom.
someone who was proposing for prom.
We also advertised the corsage for prom.
We have a lot of experience in Photoshop,
as well as, Lightroom.
We have a lot of experience in Photoshop,
as well as, Lightroom.