I spent most of my High School career at High Tech High International, where I got a scholarship for a program which focused on preparing for a job that involves traveling and meeting people all over the world. My immersion trips were to Italy and Ireland. When applying for college, I applied for Harvard, Yale, and Oxford. However, my computer ate my application when I was halfway through writing it, and I had to start over. Fortunately, I was accepted to Oxford, which was my first choice, so I headed over to England and attended Oxford. I switched between lots of majors and minors, including writing books, theatre, play writing, movie writing, international affairs, etc. I applied for a scholarship and received a partial scholarship that paid for a third of my tuition. My college fund paid for a bit more of it, and I started writing an opinion column in a small newspaper to pay for college. Someone from a citywide newspaper saw my column and liked it, so they asked me to do a little weekly blurb on local government for the Oxfordian.
Meanwhile, I was taking a class on archaeology and enjoying it greatly. I thought that if I ever got into archaeology I would work in Italy or Africa.
I applied for a job as one of the book reviewers for the London Times. I didn’t get it, but after the person who got the job was temporarily disabilitated in a tragic incident involving a stick of gum, I moved in to fill his place. The first book I reviewed was a new book out by Ian Lifton, who was at that time running for office in the British Parliament. In the review, I commented on Lifton’s extraordinary environmental plan, but I dismissed his ideas about going to war with Zimbabwe in order to get their oil. I became an active extremist against his ideals about war, vocalizing my opinion with all the press I could get.
Naturally, Lifton’s men eventually came and tried to pay me to keep quiet, but when I reported this in my column it spawned much doubt in the public’s mind about the trustworthiness of this candidate. Of course Ian Lifton lost the election, and I was satisfied.
Someone from an International Surveying company came to me and asked for an interview. I took a job with them after I finished college. With their funds, I traveled all over the world to survey people and document various cultures all over. I worked as their documentarian for a bit, and they paid me large sums of money for it. Unfortunately, I lost a quarter of my money in the stock market crash of ’17, but I still had enough to finally settle down in a nice cottage in the hills of Southern Ireland. This lifestyle didn’t satisfy me enough, however, so I began traveling again, this time mainly throughout Europe. I traveled abroad for several years, returning home to Ireland every once in a while.
Now I was 28. In Italy I met my wife, and we moved to Venice and had two kids, Rosetta and Ronaldo. I started working at an esteemed publishing house, which allowed me to occasionally travel far to find budding authors.
