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Growing Up With A Geek
With his ability to solve any mathematical equation you put in front of him, or single handedly invent a pressure control chamber for NASA, I can say my father is the most intelligent person I have ever met. He is a computer engineer and a workaholic, so he brought a lot of his work home, 95 percent of which he did on a computer, believe it or not! Throughout my childhood, there were always at least five computers in my house at all times. I grew up LOVING computer games, Richard Scarry’s Busytown being my all time favorite. There was a lion doctor character that would always say, “Put a Baaand-Aid on it!” in a hilarious voice. To this day, my dad still says that to me when I get a cut or scrape, and we crack up every time.
Because of my obsession with the computer, I was only allowed to go on for 30 minutes a day after all of my homework was done. I think I spent more time sneaking around to get on the computer without my nanny noticing than I did actually on the computer. I do think that this parental strategy helped me in school so that I had my work done, but it made me even more attracted to the computer. It was a privilege granted to me after I had proved I deserved it. I had to work for it, which made it more fun to try and bend the rules. Clearly, I was a rebel. I lived my life on the edge.
It was a game changer when I got old enough to get an e-mail account and AOL screen name: Thinkpink7777? Really? I started spending way too much time Instant Messaging with friends, playing Neopets, and utterly avoiding the chance to ever pick up a book. (I couldn’t even begin to calculate how much time I spent playing games to win my Neopet cool accessories). On a serious note, I had and still have ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. My mother is a psychologist, and knew right away. I got into a lot of trouble growing up, acting impulsively, being rude to teachers, and not caring about my homework, which she attributed to the disorder, being that I was actually a good kid at heart. The considerable amount of time I spent on the computer has definitely had a profound effect on my personality.
Like Nicholas Carr explains in The Shallows: What The Internet Is Doing To Our Brains, I have somewhat of a staccato way of thinking, characterized by a short attention span and inability to absorb text that I read, either in print or on a screen. To back up my point, my sister Blair, always had her head in a book growing up, and not only does she not have ADHD, she is in love with reading and drawing, abilities that I am not as good at because my neocortex didn’t develop the way hers did. How sad.As I grew up, the Internet grew with me, becoming more expansive, invasive, intelligent, and addicting. My whole educational experience here at UVM is supported my media based tools—myUVM, Blackboard, Wiki documents, and now even Blogger and Facebook. I can check my e-mails and respond to anyone the second I get in on my BlackBerry, I can keep up on the latest sales sent to me by GiltGroupe, Rue La La, and other shopping websites I am subscribed to, (which might I add totally freak me out now after reading FEED) and can show my friends a funny YouTube video at any time of day. Even though I can say I was, and still am, crazy about the Internet, it doesn't compare to how crazy this chick was after coming out of wisdom teeth surgery. Courtesy of the one and only YouTube...