I've been wanting to do a bio for quite some time now, so I figured I'd hack one together now. "Jeez, Jadrian... I didn't need your life story..." How many times I've heard that! Well, this is the place for people who actually do want it. Here goes nothing (my life):

I started off life in a hospital in Peterborough, New Hampshire, in 1985, at an inconvenient time of day, if I remember correctly. For the first eleven years, I stuck around in beautiful Milford, NH. Scenery- and weather-wise, that is my favorite place I have lived so far, and I plan to move back there someday. I lived in a large, wonderful Victorian house (the floor plans of which Catherine has a hack copy), initially with two brothers and two parents. Soon enough, my parents added another kid with the aid of the judicial system.

Stuff was pretty cool for a while. I was a pretty bright kid and did all sorts of accelerated stuff. I was, however, also a pretty strange one, and, if I do say so myself, have proudly carried that on to my later life. My best friend, whom I met in third grade, was Jim Ryan. Man, what a nutbar! I can recall so many screwy things he did in Miss K's third grade class, many of which resulted in minor disciplinary action. I was pretty well-behaved, though. As just about any of my friends at NCSSM can tell you, I'm a Congregationalist, though the Congregationalists are more widely known as Puritans. My church is the First Congregational Church of Milford, NH, though I was forced into other arrangements after a while. More on that later.

One day, toward the end of summer vacation between fourth and fifth grades, my mom, my siblings, and I returned home to a house devoid of my dad's stuff. We were planning on driving cross-country soon afterward, but instead ended up getting our family unit shattered. My mom and dad went down to the basement, while the kids upstairs conjectured that they were getting divorced, and decided how to divide ourselves up between the two parents. In any case, that is what ended up happening, though our own plans for distribution were ignored. My dad ended up moving out, and, after bouncing in and out of a couple friends' houses, ended up living with my grandma for a couple years.

The effect of all this was that I was thrown into a spiralling hell of clinical depression. Not all at once, of course, but it happened eventually. Don't get me wrong, my dad's a great guy, and that may have been why him moving out and so forth was such a problem.

Academically, as a bit of a surprise, fifth grade ended up being great. After a bit of deliberation, I was placed in seventh grade Pre-algebra and Spanish classes, and by the end of the first semester, was at the head of the class in each. Home Ec and Wood Shop (or whatever they called it) didn't go quite as well, but I've never been a particularly occupational person. My talents are wasted on less constructive things.

After staying in Milford for fifth grade (I measure time in grades), our family, sans dad, headed south to Greenville, North Carolina, home of the ECU Pirates and a whole lot of drugs, pigs, and tobacco. My first year there was pretty hellish. I ended up continuing being suicidal (from the latter half of the previous school year) and I had a crappy time at school. Not only did I go quite some time with no friends and a number of enemies, but I also couldn't drag myself away from being mopy long enough to concentrate on schoolwork. I made pretty crappy grades, even on the grade scale most people use. Nowadays, and previously, a crappy grade was a B, and I did drastically worse than that in sixth grade. The grade problems were a combination of poor social adjustment, bad teachers, and a simple unwillingness to do my work. That first year did produce a couple good things, though. I made two excellent friends, Paul and James, with whom I still keep in touch. Also, the teachers decided to advance me in science, since the Algebra I and Physical Science curricula were so "closely integrated." Bull. At least I got out of dullard science classes. Also, I was forced to join the absolute worst Protestant denomination with which I am familiar, Methodism. I hate Methodism so much.

Now comes seventh grade. If there's one thing my mom has always done for which I will forever be in debt, it has been fighting every step of the way for my education. At every turn, my mom has done everything humanly possible (or almost) to make sure I got the very best available to me. I have a feeling that I don't even know about some of the stuff she did for me. Anyway, my mom scheduled her classes at ECU around my schedule, so that she would be available every single day to drive me from the middle school to the high school. She didn't miss a day that entire year. During sixth grade, I participated in independent study of Spanish II in the second semester, under the guidance of the illustrious Larry Bellis. In seventh grade, I continued independent study for the first semester. At the middle school, in the morning, I took English (Mr. Adams), Social Studies (Ms. Hamze), Spanish II (Mr. Bellis), and gym, with sixth graders, because the scheduling was so weird. In the afternoon, I went to Honors Geometry and Honors Biology, with Mr. Held and Mrs. Macklin. I did incredibly well in both of those classes, and ended up with 99% averages in each, after finals. One marking period I made a 102% in Mr. Held's class. Despite the fact that his lectures were 80% storytime, I learned a lot of geometry from him, and loved his class. Mrs. Macklin's class was the one in which I fell in love with DNA, after doing a little bit of studying on DNA replication before we got to it in class.

I made friends with a number of other people, and became better friends with James and Paul, in seventh grade. Since I was the resident smart kid at the middle school, and the visitng smart kid from the middle school at the high school, I had to keep myself quite restrained during the day. As anyone who knows me is aware, I am anything but restrained. All of the energy I had to hold in was released in a torrent of insanity at lunch with James, Paul, and Josh. Almost all the writing I did with him was conducted at the lunch table, as well as surgical procedures on various lunchmeat sandwiches, dousing a neighboring table in ketchup, and other unbridled craziness. I also met a whole bunch of girls (I find girls easier to get along with than guys on the whole... fewer jerks in their demographic) through the more outgoing Paul and Josh. Or would you call that a gaggle of girls? I still keep in touch with them, and they're excellent friends.

In the second semester of seventh grade, I moved to an Honors Spanish II class at the high school, and, for some reason, discontinued taking any classes whatsoever at the middle school. I spent the first few hours of every day hanging around in Mr. Adams' classroom. I graded papers for him (he was never big on following the rules), worked on my story, and did math and other stuff. Mr. Adams was, and continues to be, my favorite teacher ever and one of my best friends. He and I literally are good friends now; we keep in touch and try to see each other as often as possible. I had an excellent time in Mr. Adams' room, both in his class the first semester and just hanging around the second. I ended up having the highest average in the school that year, total for all classes: 101% if I recall correctly.

Because my mom worked so hard at ECU, she ended up graduating very quickly, and was given a full scholarship to Penn State University to the doctorate program in finance. Therefore, I moved up to one of the finest high schools in the country, State College Area High School. I skipped eighth grade, and so ended up moving into my next oldest brother's grade. I took Basic Drawing and Basic Crafts with Holly Foy, as well as Chemisty I, Advanced Algebra II, Spanish III, Advanced World Cultures, and Advanced English. I did pretty well in all of those, and, after some initial trouble in Chem, I came out with all As.

Socially, I was in my own little world. I made no real friends that first year in Pennsylvania, though my oldest brother and I, being given conjoined rooms in the basement, became a lot closer. He moved back to Greenville to live with my stepdad for his senior year, the next year, so I was alone in the basement after that. In Greenville, we traveled around for the first few months trying to find a church, but my mom forced me into a pre-chosen church as soon as we moved to State College. Again, a hateful Methodist church. At this point, I was growing quite a bit apart from my mom, but that's just what happens when you live with someone.

Tenth grade was another great grade. I took Advanced Molecular and Cellular Biology, Advanced Genetics, Advanced Honors Precalculus, Advanced English, AP European History, and Advanced Spanish IV. I did well in all of these classes and became friends with many of my teachers, as well as making some good friends in English. We became TLSTIFRPOTR, the Tetris-Like Shape In The Front Right Corner Of The Room. One of those guys is now Glok, the owner of Gamepants.com.

After a bit of deliberation, I decided to move again and go, alone, to Durham, NC, to the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics. Here I've met a lot of great people, both guys in the dorm, and some girls elsewhere. I really like the dorm experience, especially being away from home, but it has its disadvantages, as well. Like not having a room to myself, and eating crappy food all the time. My classes are exciting and challenging, though I do have some problems with a couple classes. I'm not doing very poorly, certainly not as badly as many people I know, but I'm still making [some] Bs here. I'll just have to see what I can do.

As for the future, I hope to someday attend MIT. My current favorites for study are a major in mathematics and a minor in computer science. In the far future, I hope to make enough money to buy back my wonderful house in Milford, New Hampshire, when I retire. The prospects for relationships and so forth aren't looking so good right now, but we'll just have to see. I'd love to get married and all that crap someday, but I can't imagine success in all the stuff that comes before that. Right now, I have more important issues to address, like not failing classes.

More recently, my future is looking a little peachier, and, in fact, so's my present. I've been going out with Maggie (see the newsposts) since the eleventh of January, 2001. The time I've spent with her (four months and then some at this point, and counting) has been absolutely amazing. She makes me happier than I have ever been. I love her incredibly, and I miss her so much when we're not around each other. I'm counting on this being a major part of my future, in all honesty. And that's good. She lets me see the good in myself and helps me and motivates me to fix the bad... I live and breathe for her.

Well then, I guess that's it. Hope you didn't get too bored.