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I maintain that had I gone to school up in just about any other part of the world, I would have been considered a normal kid. Average. Incredibly average. As it was, I attended Catherine Academy, a tiny school next to the train tracks in Wilcox County, Alabama. I’ve yet to meet another Salutatorian that didn’t graduate in the top 10% of his class.
There were many reasons why I didn’t identify with those around me. My dad was a native Alabamian but my mom was from Idaho (they met during Chemistry class at Ricks College). Instead of picking up my ...