I had a miserable puberty and couldn't get a date to the prom. When I was sixteen I saw a painting by the American Abstract Expressionist Mark Rothko; and I burst into tears. Since I was a sappy and weepy guy who was always after a good cry, I majored in painting in college and in graduate school. Oh, I minored in partying - I wasn't stupid. But then my alma mater told me that they expected me to go to class too. Boy was I mad! So, I told them that I have had enough with school and, at age 23, left Yale University with a master degree.
That's when my mom terminated my allowance and when I found out that I couldn't make a living from painting and partying. Since I was a bit of a sadist who found learning torturous, I turned to teaching. Today, I teach in colleges and universities in the Big Apple.
I am 39, single, five feet nine inches tall, slender, responsible, and clean up after myself. Have a nice day.
Dik F. Liu 2002
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