Most of my teachers probably found I made less trouble if they let me read.

Travel provided many interesting experiences, but perhaps the most useful lesson I learned was that I really had no proficiency for learning the thousands of characters of the written Chinese language.

Most of my teachers probably found I made less trouble if they let me read.

As it was, I realized choosing the study of Chinese literature as my life's work was probably a mistake.

My fellow students there were very smart, but the really novel thing was that they actually seemed to put a lot of effort into their school work. By the end of my first semester there, I began to get into that habit as well.

After a semester or so, my infatuation with computers burnt out as quickly as it had begun.

I certainly remember building model rockets. It was fun to watch the rocket blast into the air, suspenseful to wonder if the parachute would open to bring the rocket safely back.