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The Journey

I apologize for the last entry it was long and probably not necessary but I did not want my last words to be nothing but negativisms about my family. Their successes in their fields were un-paralleled it was only in our personal lives that we had issues. Regardless I loved them and would do them no harm where possible.

The years following the death of Mrs. Loletta and the departure of my Uncle and his family were fairly repetitive. Each of us spent our time studying and pushing ourselves to improve our minds. My sister graduated early from the Academy and started at Princeton at age 16 (permission was given because our parents were distinguished scholars and graduates of the school). I was able to test out of several grades and was set to graduate high school at the age of 15. High school was a confusing time for me because of my size and age I was constantly being challenged by other students to prove my worth.

The exercise and kickboxing kept my body in excellent shape and I found that helped me in my intellectual pursuits as well. What did not help me is the fact that girls were starting to notice me. The height was a turnoff but the muscles and self-confidence made up for it. This became a problem because it was taking up too much of my time fending off prospective girl friends. To rectify this I began to wear hoodies everywhere. They covered my physique and also gave me the look of a loner. This allowed me to move more freely amongst the student body without attracting to much attention. There would still be the occasional bully but when I confronted them (making sure that there was no witnesses so they would not be shamed into trying again) they soon began to realize that it was not worth the embarrassment of me losing my cool and planting one of my Chuck Taylor's in their ear.

As high school graduation approached I began to plan for my educational needs after I graduated from Princeton. I liked their bachelors degree but decided that I would do my Masters and Doctoral studies at MIT. This presented some problems as I would be living away from home and paying full tuition. My concerns were abated after discussing with Mr. Sipes what I could afford. I was in for a surprise. My stocks in my Uncle's old company had split three times in the last 5 years. The dividends from the other investments had been earning me a nice rate of return. The biggest surprise was the settlement money for the software I had setup my Uncle's company with. In the late part of 1993 a company (which due to a privacy agreement I signed must not be mentioned) bought the software and coding. My share of the sale was $75k. Mr Sipes had invested it wisely. I could easily afford the Doctoral program at MIT with a little left over for a rainy day. My plans were set.

Listing all of the classes , papers, etc required to get me from where I was to where I wanted to be is pointless. With the exception of one semester at MIT, where I fell in love, I did everything possible to reach my goal in as short a time as possible. I want to mention this one semester only to show you that I was able to interact with woman when it was needed. Her name was Nicolette and she was junior at Harvard. She first sought me out upon finding out that I was related to Dr. Beverly Hofstadter and was in fact the subject of many of her earlier books on Neuroscience and Child Psychology. At first it was just interviews to help with her own studies. Then it became clear that Nicolette was a brainiac chaser and I was to be her next capture. She was beautiful and 3 years older than me so I allowed her to succeed. This was not hubris on my part, she and I both knew it would never be more than a fling . I enjoyed her company and her body as she shared both willingly. I will not go into our love life in detail but she taught me the art of making a woman happy and I allowed her to practice her art on me. During one of our late night sessions, while I was recharging, she recounted her meetings with geniuses in her pursuit of what makes them tick. She went into detail on the peculiar fellow she had interviewed at Harvard. She would not give his name but referred to him as the "praying mantis".

She believed he would do great things if his isolationist tendencies did not drive him mad first. Later while she was sleeping I read thru her journal and found his name Sheldon Lee Cooper. All his personal details were mentioned including his ADHD style of dealing with things he could not control. While reviewing her notes I saw one other name that stood out. She was a neurobiologist and already making a name in her field. What was most interesting is the listed IQ. Sheldon was listed as 186 with a + and a ?, but Amy Farrah Fowlers was listed as 195. That was amazing. A mind like that was destined for great things. Again Nicolette had added a disclaimer, Amy too suffered from extreme social anxiety and would probably never achieve full potential. I decided to scanned the journal pages into my laptop so I could review it at my leisure. It was to turn out to be one of the best spur of the moment decisions I ever made. Nicolette and I stayed together till the next semester when on mutual agreement we went our separate ways. To this day I cannot look at the back of a woman's knee without thinking of Nicolette.

That was my only dalliance while attending MIT. I presented my Doctoral dissertation in June of 2001 and was granted my Doctorate soon after. Before the hooding ceremony had completed I received several lucrative job offers but found myself leaning towards a prestigious government research fellowship that would require me to be sequestered for 1 year while I completed my work. I knew from the lack of information and the amount of money offered that this study would be done for the Military. I accepted the offer.

Two weeks later I was at a secret military supercollider located beneath a fake agricultural station 12.5 miles southeast of Traverse City, Michigan. The work was classified but I enjoyed the atmosphere and camaraderie among the scientists sequestered there. On the sixth week after my arrival the facility supervisor presented me with a list of theoretical physicists and asked me my opinion. I was just about to explain that I was not familiar with any of them when one name popped out, Sheldon Lee Cooper. He was listed as a grad student at Caltech and a possible candidate. I revealed to my supervisor that while Sheldon was still working on his doctorate his genius level IQ would indeed be an asset to any project. This turned out to be a bad decision on my part. I did not take his idiosyncrasies into account. Sheldon was unable to keep a secret. He was not able to keep the information to himself and even if asked any question slightily related to the secret would cause a kind of verbal diarrhea to set in. Within one hour of leaving his interview he told eight different people the location of the facility. One of these people was apparently a North Korean spy so the facility was closed and would have to be moved to a new location. Since the time to build the facility was lengthy I was released from my contract with strict instructions on how to deal with anyone who expressed too much interest in my time there.

Mr Cooper interested me. I reviewed my previous interviews and contacted the gentleman from Caltech to see if the job was still open. They were familiar with my dissertation and my masters thesis and had wanted me on their staff. When I called I was immediately put on the line with the head of the physics department. I was offered a junior professor's job but instead opted for straight research. They accepted. In March of 2002 I was on my way to Pasadena with the intention of studying Mr. Sheldon Lee Cooper. I needed to see if he had the potential to be another Angelo.