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A fair question. I’m still figuring that out myself. Buckle up, because you’re going to pretend you’re me while I narrate. If that’s not your jam, that’s okay; I’m just trying something and running with it. You (may or may not) have free will, so feel free to click away—but I promise this is a great way to get to know me.
Saturday, April 12th, 2003. Long Beach, California. It’s a cool, rainy day with a high dew point (maybe—I’m just making that up). A few minutes after noon, you spawn into the world. Excited and curious, you first meet your mom and dad, who will love and support you for the next two and a half decades. Your parents are Israeli by birth, naturalized in Canada, and your mother in the U.S. Your mom is a clinical neuropsychologist (we can call her Dr. Mom), and your dad is an “inventor,” though a lawyer by training. At the age of three, your sister—later to become your brother—is born. You don’t get along that well, but that’s okay; what siblings do?
Saturday, April 12th, 2003. Long Beach, California. It’s a cool, rainy day with a high dew point (maybe—I’m just making that up). A few minutes after noon, you spawn into the world. Excited and curious, you first meet your mom and dad, who will love and support you for the next two and a half decades. Your parents are Israeli by birth, naturalized in Canada, and your mother in the U.S. Your mom is a clinical neuropsychologist (we can call her Dr. Mom), and your dad is an “inventor,” though a lawyer by training. At the age of three, your sister—later to become your brother—is born. You don’t get along that well, but that’s okay; what siblings don't?
Okay, this is starting to read like an edgy college admissions paper—but I promise mine were much drier and less interesting than this. Anyway, skip forward a few years, and you’re in high school. You don’t have much of a personality right now, and you’re looking for a way to define yourself, so you end up studying for a fuck ton of Advanced Placement exams on your own. You didn’t do it for college admissions (hard to believe, I know), but rather out of genuine interest in various subjects and a desire to learn about the world. By the time you’re reading this in the present, most of what you learned will be long gone, but it contributed to who you are as a person, so that’s irrelevant.