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Chad Richard Sobodash (the one and only) was born July 21, 1989 at 7:54am. Weighing in at 8 lbs. and 14 oz. I was always a little chubbier than most. I was born punctually on time, just like I keep my appointments (unless it's not important, but what could be more important than my birth?).

Growing up in our home in Rochester Hills, I never had many friends my age to play with. Taking solace in daydreaming, I grew an incredibly overactive imagination that my teachers found troubling. I guess the only people who get ahead in life are the useless drones.

When I was young, my brother and I used to play video games on our Nintendo Entertainment System all the time. Unfortunately, being an annoying little brother, I usually caused more harm than good (writing over his save slots, leaving the games on speakers, etc).

My brother also introduced me to computers. Studying furiously, I tried to learn everything I could about them. Unfortunately, my intentions were . . . less than altruistic, shall we say. I realize now that the years I spent studying the workings of computers was dedicated to setting myself apart from everyone else.

I succeeded in my goal of setting myself apart. Strangely enough, I seem to have fallen between the social pariah and the generally accepted. I have had a sharp realization of my rarely used talent—leadership. I seem to take charge in conversations with my friends and classmates, especially when my arrogance is running high.

I consider myself better than everyone else. I think admitting that is my greatest accomplishment. When you think about it, everyone is filled with greed and arrogance. If you deny it, you're not only a hypocrite, but a liar.

As hard as it is to believe, I don't like talking about myself in conversations. If you ask most of my friends, I'm always the first to help out when life gets you down. I consider it my responsibility—if I don't do it, who else will?

One of the most important chapters in my life has occured within the last two years. I've learned of my natural aptitude for musical instrument design and repair. I've become exceptional at wind instrument making and have dabbled in string instrument repair.

I've had a good life and can't complain. However, I always feel a strange sensation of discontent. I don't know why, but at least I'm living life to its fullest in constant pursuit of that goal.