Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
Some of my classes in high school were pretty interesting and I benefited from having several very intelligent and inspiring teachers.
My mother taught me to read when I was still quite young, and at least in my memory I passed the majority of my childhood reading.
As it was, I realized choosing the study of Chinese literature as my life's work was probably a mistake.
My head was always bubbling over with facts and it seems to me this had little to do with my paying close attention in school and more to do with my voracious and omnivorous reading habits.
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