Human Genome Project

When I heard about an art trip to visit Chicago for a few days, I was stoked.

This was probably tenth grade. My family didn’t have money to throw around for things like field trips to Chicago, but fortunately for me, I was a true hustler when I was a kid, and I was able to sell candy at school in order to raise money for the trip.

A tip of my hat is due to all those dentists working so hard today to undo all that damage I did to everyone’s teeth back then. Sorry, everyone! But I really needed to get to Chicago.

So for a few days, we high school kids headed off on an adventure, starting (and ending) with a chartered bus that would traverse 800 miles each way. Those teachers who agreed to chaperone were either saints or insane. Either way, shout to them for making this possible.

Upon arrival in the Windy City, one of the main highlights should have been going to the top of the Sears Tower, the tallest building in the world at the time. For me, though, this was disappointingly sterile. I …