About Me


  



My name is Brendon Pricco and I'm a senior at Okemos High School. I have a younger brother and a younger sister. I love spending time with my family as well as watching/playing sports, photography, listening to music, filming, reading, playing games, and hanging out with my friends. I plan on pursuing either a sports journalism degree or a regular journalism degree in college depending on where I go. I'd like to consider myself a half-decent writer, and hopefully you think so too after reading my blogs!

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