I was born in Healdsburg, California, but my family moved to San Luis Obispo just a year later. I was homeschooled, and took to math at an early age — my parents tell me I understood the concept of pi as it relates to circles when I was three. I started reading the same year, and that may be why I developed grapheme-color synesthesia, a curious, harmless condition that I consider myself fortunate to have.

I gathered a working knowledge in most subjects, but in math, I thrived, learning most of (non-abstract) algebra by the time I was eleven. I started thinking about going further, and so it was that my parents and I began to learn about how an eleven-year-old could attend community college.

University Days

In the end, it was easier than we thought. Though it limited me to eleven units a semester, I was able to register as an enrichment student at Cuesta, our local community college. Being surrounded by students ten or forty years older than me was a daunting experience, but one I adapted to quickly. Over the next four years, I took twenty-one classes, worked as a tutor, and eventually applied and was accepted to Cal Poly, the local university. I was thrilled.

Cal Poly was far more challenging than Cuesta, but I made it through two years of classes and research, even finding a community in the university’s Math Lounge. Toward the end of my first year, I began playing with the idea of writing a book, and I whittled an outline in my spare time over the following year. I graduated from Cal Poly in Spring 2018 with honors.

I chose to take a gap year after graduating to travel to Germany, where I attended a language school for three months and traveled the country. I returned and relaxed over the following summer before packing up my life and moving to Oregon to attend grad school. And for the next six years, I’m here to stay.