The Place

You may have guessed my name by now, but if you haven't I'm certainly not going to tell you. More likely, however, you're here because you know me. In which case, I have to wonder why you're reading this page...

Most people can never really think of a good way to describe themself, and I guess I'm not too much different. So, I'll start by just giving you that cool little picture to the left (don't fall too madly in love, ladies). Now that I've got your attention, let's go on.

I'm the third in line out of a family of nine children, the last two of which were adopted. Let me tell you, it can get pretty darn hectic in a house with eleven people and two and a half bathrooms. Living in a multi-story house doesn't help either, as people tend to find people by calling up the stairwell. But, there's enough space for all of us and it is definitely a good environment for learning patience. I'm sure it also causes arguments between waitresses over who "get's stuck with this table" when we walk into resturaunts as a group.

I was born in Washington and have lived here all my life. I started out near Seattle, but moved out into the country before I was a year old. That was when my dad went insane...excuse me...decided to take up hobby farming. Don't get me wrong. It is great to have some acreage to yourself, but it really should be involve minimal contact with cows, sheep, and hay.

There's not much to remember about grade school, just the standard reading, writing, and arithmatic. 5th grade was probably the best, becuase Mr Moses was pretty awesome. In sixth grade, my parents started homeschooling me. That continued through ninth grade. They let me go back sophomore year because the high school seemed a better than the grade school. At that point I got pretty heavily involved in FFA, band, and knowledge bowl. By the way, FFA, in all honesty, is the best high school program you can possibly join. Later on, I ran hurdles and threw discus in track (because my mom wouldn't let me do soccer). I managed to finish off high school as valedictorian for the Class of 2001.

I spent that summer selling tools at Sears, which I enjoyed really enjoyed. Then it was time to head off to school. I hate making decisions, and this one was definitely the worst. I pushed back picking my school, almost to the last possible day, and ultimately went with the University of Portland. So far, no real regrets, although I do wish I had seen how much scholarship money Notre Dame would have given me. The school is nice because it is the same weather I am used to and enjoy (lot's rain, not too hot, not too cold), and the campus is quiet and suburban. Plus, our soccer teams are really good.

I'm currently a junior studying mechanical engineering and hoping to someday end up working in the aerospace industry. That field of study keeps me pretty darn busy with homework, but I still try to get in some other activities, like intramurals, ASME, student senate, and volunteer work. I've also switched from being the tool man at Sears to working on campus for the telecommunications department. After I graduate, I plan on staying in the Northwest but taking time here and there to see the interesting parts of the world.

I can't believe you're still reading!