Mini autobiography


Multiracial only child ages, has experiences, and struggles toward self actualization.

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I was born to a white mom and a black dad in Pomona, California. They decided to call me Gena, after the actress Gena Rowlands (whose name is also pronounced “Jenna”). I was their only child.

My childhood was fairly untraumatic, giving me the foundation necessary to survive a hellish adolescence. My first job, as a cashier at Wienerschnitzel (“the world's largest hot dog chain”), let me purchase an eMachines eTower 300c. That machine connected me to the seedy and glamorous world of the internet, which I promptly used to share my teenage angst with the world.

Despite the influence of that virtual drug, I gained admittance to the University of Chicago and moved 3,000 miles across the country to attend it. In Chicago, I developed an appreciation for snow and three-story brick buildings, as well as an increased aversion to de facto segregation. Summers, I returned to California to work as a camp counselor. I continued to broadcast feelings online irrespective of my location. And after 4 years I earned a degree in Psychology, which allowed me to better understand and describe my neuroses.

I've since joined the working world, and so far corporate America has made more sense to me than formalized education. (Which is not to say I understand corporate America.) I find my line of work engaging, though, which is what matters to me.

I'm currently living out subsequent paragraphs.