Being the middle child of three with a marine for a father, and a social worker for a mother, I've learned the value of a good days work. While I'll curse and swear about the problems and how much of a pain in the butt it is, I've honestly found nothing else in life quite as rewarding as the sensation you get when you finish trudging uphill, in a rain storm hefting a seventy five pound pack of gear all the way. Metaphorically speaking that is.

Most of my life is in northern Virginia, my family settled here when my father left the marine corp. Being the second child, I spent the majority of my school carreer in the shadow of my older brother. A shadow I worked hard to step out of and I did this by maximizing my skills that would be of service to others. By my sophmor year I had quickly become known as the go-to guy for computer productions. This was partly due to my experience in grade school working on the schools web site. Being a member of the team who launched your schools web site, your name tends to get around.

By mid-year I found myself working with several different groups on various computer related projects. Among them were the Video Production crews, and the Senior English classes who found that they needed to make power point presentations for an assignment.

Being the 'Go-to' guy for tech for the majority of the school served to do two things. One, it kept me informed of social workings and thus I could deal with many issues before they would affect me. Secondly, it kept me from becoming directly entangled in the teen-drama that permeates high school on every level imaginable and several that aren't. It was with no small amount of relief when I could sit back and watch as people descended into the sub-human degenerates that teens seem capable of transforming into when something minuscule and meaningless comes to a head.