I was on the brink of social death.
The year was 1997 and I was 10 years old.
They stared at me. Parents from the front, and students from the sides. Like a can of Pepsi, emotionally shaken, the lid will blow.
Let me tell you what cooking, dating, sports, and study have in common. In two words: moderate extremes.
Chicken noodle soup without salt. Pepper, cumin, and other spices are missing.
I won’t say that I wasn’t nervous taking 4 AP (advanced placement) tests in…