I got a perfect ACT. Yeah. Not one wrong. People made a big deal about it but all my life things have come to me easy. I never studied in high school. Got all As. Even my dad said I was brilliant and he's a big time scholar at the University of Chicago. My mom too. She said I had a brilliant mind and she's a big time professor too. And so I went to Yale.
Blew everyone away for the first four years. Then blew them away in Grad school. Published all sorts of papers in economics. You'd think I was the President or something the way people treated me. So I went to do my doctorate and submitted my dissertation for review. And like they didn't like it. They said it was all wrong. Said my thesis was wrong. I didn't know what to do really. I stayed in my room for like a month. Because I didn't know what was wrong
So then my parents came after the second month. I had a beard by now. They took me home while I tired to figure out this thesis thing. I played X box for two years trying to figure it out in my room. My mom took me to every psych she could find. Nobody could figure out what was wrong with my thesis or what to do. Yale said I couldn't come back. They said I blew it and there were no second chances.
Mom got me a job at a not for profit in Oregon. We are trying to make fuel out of cow dung. They don't pay or anything but there is like no pressure. It takes a while to figure out how to make fuel out of shit. And I'm still trying to figure out the thesis thing anyway.
www.williamhazelgrove.com
Blew everyone away for the first four years. Then blew them away in Grad school. Published all sorts of papers in economics. You'd think I was the President or something the way people treated me. So I went to do my doctorate and submitted my dissertation for review. And like they didn't like it. They said it was all wrong. Said my thesis was wrong. I didn't know what to do really. I stayed in my room for like a month. Because I didn't know what was wrong
So then my parents came after the second month. I had a beard by now. They took me home while I tired to figure out this thesis thing. I played X box for two years trying to figure it out in my room. My mom took me to every psych she could find. Nobody could figure out what was wrong with my thesis or what to do. Yale said I couldn't come back. They said I blew it and there were no second chances.
Mom got me a job at a not for profit in Oregon. We are trying to make fuel out of cow dung. They don't pay or anything but there is like no pressure. It takes a while to figure out how to make fuel out of shit. And I'm still trying to figure out the thesis thing anyway.
www.williamhazelgrove.com
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