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I was born and raised in Jaffa, a rare specimen of someone cares about her studies in a class full of troublemakers.

In programming class, we learned Pascal (I know what you're thinking right now, "Whoa, how old are you?!"). Since I was the only one who bothered to do the homework, the programming teacher really wanted me to write the answers on the board (with white chalk), and I really didn’t want to. I made a face, but I didn’t truly feel like saying "no" was an option.

I expressed my protest creatively in the names I gave my programed cells. I referred to them as cells one, two, and three - but the names I gave them were: Blah, Blah-Blah, and Blah-Blah-Blah, respectively.

I went up to the board and started writing, then explained out loud:
"As you can see, if cell Blah equals cell Blah-Blah-Blah, then cell Blah-Blah would be..."

The teacher interrupted me and told me I could sit down. I was not asked again to write the homework answers on the board.