Hey there, reader! My name’s Herman Cai. You can look me up on Google, but all you’ll find will be pictures of a black man with a creepy smile and accusations of naughty behavior. So here’s a little introduction of me.
Born in China, I moved to San Francisco at the ripe age of 4, resulting in a very whitewashed kid stuck in heavily traditional Chinese culture. Now what’s a Chinese kid doing with a name like Herman? I asked myself that very question. Was I named after the writer Hermann Melville, or perhaps some powerful Nazi general? Nope. I got the name because it sounded like my Chinese name. Thanks, mom.
Reading and Pokemon were my life during my elementary years. I loved staying at home reading about dragons and how I gotta catch them allTM. High school timed nicely along with my blunder years, resulting in magnificently failing to talk to girls and taking hilariously whacked out ID photos. These times are over, I hope, but my current access card photo likes to say otherwise.
In order to feel like I wasn’t just gathering dust sitting at home, I joined cross country, track, and a couple volunteering clubs. I had my good memories with all of this, but I eventually quit each one. Looking back, I never was one to be committed to a cause. Lessons on piano and violin went straight out the brain drain in just a years time, but I'm holding on trying to self-teach guitar.
As for now, I’m a scrawny undeclared freshman walking among adults who sound like they have their whole life completely planned out ahead of them. Just the other day, I heard some guy in the dining commons say he wanted a mansion with a winery basement and a field of the ‘herbs.’ With no particular job in mind, I hope I’ll end up with something I enjoy doing everyday while still making it rain the cash-money.
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