I love to tell stories. That's probably what drove me to become a writer, to pursue a path that let me not only come up with my own fictions, but which gave me the analytic faculties to find the stories that surround us in our real lives. So in my own true fashion, let me tell you a story.I once knew this kid. He was 18 and aimlessly choosing a university where he'd spend the next four years of his life, and he just sort of closed his eyes and stuck his finger into the pile of acceptance letters. It was like pin the tail on the donkey, but that donkey turned out to be mustang and the horse kicked him in the head. While he was asleep he dreamt that he would break the rigid molds of his school's degree program. He would arm himself with the most knowledge he could procure at that institution and then face a world where words are cheap and money is all most people care about. He dreamt that murky waters of the vast binary ocean were so opaque and irrationally patterned that he needed to learn a broad, eclectic set of skills just to make sense of it. When he'd done that he strove to find a way to make other understand, to use stories to teach people how to find their way through that murky ocean of information. When the kid finally woke up he was 22 and he was me, graduating from a polytechnic school with a Bachelor of Arts in English and a minor in Statistics and Professional and Technical Writing Certificate.
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