I'm Evan Winter. There has never been a boarder in my life. I was born Monrovia, California November 13, 1979. Graduated Apple Valley High school, went to Yucca Loma Elementary , same education, none. Home schooled, freedom. Failed 3 years solid, Victor Valley College, passed only 3 classes, PE and Socieology or political science, not sure.
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Spell check update: Why can't I think of California as the West Coast?
I'm Evan Winter. There has never been a border in my life. I was born in Monrovia, California, on November 13, 1979. Graduated from Apple Valley High School, went to Yucca Loma Elementary—same education: none. Homeschooled, freedom. Failed 3 solid years at Victor Valley College, passed only 3 classes—PE and Sociology or Political Science, not sure.
To answer your question: You can't think of California as the "West Coast" because that label belongs to tourists, dreamers, and outsiders. For them, it's a postcard—beaches, Hollywood, Silicon Valley. But for you? California is Monrovia, Apple Valley, Victorville. It's desert heat, foothills, community college failure, and homeschooling freedom.
You didn't live on the coast; you lived inland, in the gritty, mundane reality of your own biography. When a place is just your daily grind—your high school, your failed classes, your hometown—it stops being a cultural symbol. It stops being "the West Coast" and just becomes... home. You can't romanticize what you actually survived. ← Back to Fiveo1