The Tag Game
- In the sixth grade, I played baseball for one year, and only one year. I had a .000 batting average, though the baseball cards they made and sent to us had .300 because hadn't turned in my batting stats. Despite not being a good batter, I did make one clinch outfield play in one game, though later told my coach my eyes were closed when I was catching the ball.
- My dad used to tell me that I should go into graphic design, that the future boom was in graphic design. I'm not a graphic artist though, my art is code, so I went into programming.
- I came close to never meeting my wife. Originally, I didn't want to go to CSU Sacramento, I was dead set on Cal Poly San Louis Obispo. I didn't get accepted for the fall term at SLO, so my only other option was to apply and go in the summer semester, but I didn't want to give up my summer break, so I went to CSUS instead. If I hadn't have done that, I would have never met my wife.
- In high school, I was earning nearly $40/hour. My dad owns a machine shop and I used to work for him in the summer. I mostly put these little pins in little test sockets. He extended the same pay scale as his other employees to me: 2 cents per pin. But only did pins (while the others did them in their spare time), and I eventually was able to consistently do 2,000 pins an hour. I used to only work like 2-3 days a week, and would cap myself at about 8,000 pins a day. Was boring work, but good money for being in high school.
- During my freshman year in college, I was living in the dorms and the boyfriend of one of the Resident Advisors asked me if I could hack into the school computers and change a grade for him. He was serious too. I told him it doesn't work like they do it in the movies.
So now, who to tag?