How I ended up in Lincoln, Nebraska

If you were to ask me to perform bubble sort on an array five years ago, then I would’ve ignored you. If you were to ask me to explain what a linked list is, I would’ve told you to stop talking to me. If you were to ask me what the time complexity of Dijkstra’s algorithm is, I surely would’ve kneecapped you.

Why? Because the only thing that I cared about was basketball. It was my dream, for as long as I could remember, to play professional basketball. I didn’t know nor care about 1’s and 0’s — that was for the Smart People and I simply, well I wasn’t one of them. Little did I know, my dream of playing professional basketball would be crushed through no fault but my own… I was kicked off my high school basketball team for making an inappropriate joke about the head varsity coach’s wife and to my luck, they both found out. I was immediately kicked off the team; during our conversation, he told me that I would never be playing basketball for his program again. My solution was to transfer to a different school but I wasn’t accepted anywhere else. That was the end of my childhood fantasy.

With basketball out of the picture, I had to find a different passion. For the next year or so I became the quintessence of a high-school stoner; I didn’t do much. However, I did discover Fallout 4 and began playing it religiously for a while. I did well in school but then again it was just high school, not a whole lot of effort was required. As for my life plan — I didn’t have one. I didn’t need one. I was comfortable with getting high and…