Many of my teachers called me that throughout my school years. I hated it then because I felt like it just made me stand out. I felt like a nerdy misfit as it was. Then one of my teachers told my mom at a parent/teacher conference that she thought I looked like a little professor. I was just so studious and mature. Then I hated it even more. Well, not really. It kind of made me feel good.
I’m small in stature, but have a certain fearlessness in my approach to life. I’m also timid and reserved sometimes. I’m a bit of a paradox. I’m funny, but tend to be very serious at work. I’m warm and genuine, but can be cold and detached. I’m consistently inconsistent. I’m a gifted writer, but haven’t finished any significant work. I have superior insight and judgement, but often catch myself yielding to a lesser will.
As mentioned in several of my posts, I have bipolar disorder. I have mild symptoms for which I am very grateful.
After starting college at a four year school, East Stroudsburg University, I dropped out after three semesters due to lack of direction, support, and funds. I then got my Associate’s Degree via the Radio/TV program at Northampton Community College. I only half heartedly sought to find work in that field, but never really pursued a career in it. I didnt’ know exactly what I wanted to do with it. I didn’t continue on for my Bachelor’s Degree, much to my future remorse, because I was burned out and still lacked direction.
I share a nearly 100 year old house with my brother in Bethlehem, PA. I grew up in the small town of Bangor, PA in a lower middle class home. We struggled for money quite a bit in my childhood and preteen years. My dad was a milk tester until they replaced people with automatic equipment. Then he worked in a hardward store. My mother worked in blouse mills.
I have one brother and one sister, both older.
I’m single, and gay, and available.