Mein Vater ist ein bisschen ein Pushover.

Like, he will never tell anyone he knows that they are annoying him. This sometimes irritates my mother whenever my sister or I are sitting in his spot, because she knows he will never tell us to get out. Sometimes he does snap, but that is only on the rare occasion that his nerves are already gone, or he is extremely stressed.

But usually he just doesn't argue; doesn't yell. In that way he has rubbed off on me. Or maybe it's simply coincidence, but I am inherently less aggressive, but more passive. I don't yell, but I lack the tolerance that my father has, though I would brag to have a decent amount of it.

My father wanted to be a history professor. When I was younger I had no desire to further my education in history or politics, but I guess the effects of growing up, and having a great AP World class turned that on its head. For a couple months into AP World History, I began becoming more fascinated in history. Perhaps it was because in earlier grades, history was mainly about memorizing events and people and places.

But in AP World, we took those events and connected them to people and places and other events. We looked at the big picture. That was my hallelujah in history; my revelation of how history is the story of humanity. It never truly was about learning from the past; we rarely have anyway.

In fact, I still don't even know the purpose of studying history. I simply became seduced by the sheer complexity and rawness of history and the complexity and rawness of humanity that it presented.

Or perhaps it was because I was growing. I was growing more aware of the political world; after all, the contemporary story of humanity lay in pocket at all times. Likely the most beneficial, if not entertaining, aspect of actually paying attention in history class was nurturing the ability to connect the past with present, and use to it ponder the future.

Unfortunately my father was never able to achieve his dream profession. But that is not to say he despises his job. In fact he rather enjoys spending 9 hours a day writing and editing essays and articles on laws and Supreme Court decisions, oddly enough. I've spent some time myself getting a taste of journalism.

I wrote, and still write, for our school newspaper. I can't remember if I've already talked about it. But basically my History teacher last year was impressed by my essay writing skills and, as she was head of the newspaper club, encouraged me to write. It also so happened that Lily wrote for the newspaper as well. It was often one of our taking points in the library.

I think I resemble my father. And to be honest, I am very okay with that. I say okay because it's always the dream to be an individual, and in most ways I am. Although something that makes me smile is hearing my father saying how he was like me when younger.

A very timid, awkward, and overall weird person. We're both Gemini Twins. (Yes I did just reference that; I might look Asian but I'm as white as it gets).

I guess I'm Chaotic Good. At least my friends call me that.

My father and I have conversations, often about trivial things like current events. We sometimes talk about history and science. Often we talk about my life, and my problems. I have never really asked him much about his life.