[Probably not of interest to most people–academics may chuckle here or there.]
Just a few days after Scott Alexander heads for the West Coast, I’m also heading west. I was nearly 27 when I arrived in Boston (in 1982), and today I leave for Southern California, where I’ve always wanted to live (since I was 10.)
I’ve always been a “late bloomer”, perhaps because my parents sent me to school at too young an age. In first grade I was rated “below grade level” in reading and my high school GPA was only 3.2.
In a public high school.
In the early 1970s.