I always wanted to be an academic. I wasn't attracted to the research or the teaching, but rather the idea that people who worked at universities were smart. My parents spoke well of them. By twelve years of age I figured out that if I put my mind to it I could have a PhD by the time I was twenty-seven. Somewhere between then and now I became distracted by madness, marriage, friendship, and the beauty of research for research's sake. Now I'm twenty-seven. I work at a university. I teach and I do research, and I still dream of having a PhD and being thought of as smart. I've given myself until I'm thirty.