This is without a doubt the most interesting thread I've ever read.

I was born on December 26th, 1988.

My father is a professor of linguistics at San Diego State University.
My mother teaches 7th and 8th grade at a middle school.
I have a younger brother who is 16 and a junior in high school.
I have an older half-brother from my father's previous marriage who is 38, recently finished his dissertation and received his Ph.D, and will be an associate professor at San Diego State as well starting this fall. When he was my age, he dropped out of school and was sent to rehab due to his meth addiction. He is also a recovering alcoholic. I'm proud of him.

Apparently, I was a bit precocious as a young child. I skipped the first grade, and struggled to fit in socially for the next 7 or 8 years of school. In high school, I got my shit together, began to realize who I was, made some wonderful friends, experimented with weed a few times, but only really began appreciating it my senior year. Also began drinking; not heavily, but consistently.

I'm now finishing up my 2nd semester at a local community college; this fall, I will be attending Humboldt State University.