New York is a fucking bitch. A lot of my friends went to school in NYC. I would hear the horror stories. Truly sorry you had to go through that shit.

I've noticed something about myself. My personality and intelligence adapts to different situations. I have taken the Myers Briggs personality test multiple times. My results vary heavily depending on my mood. Ranging from the rarest genius type to the protagonist hero and more.

I was always the social chameleon able to blend in with my surroundings and get along with whichever type of people I was around. I would hang out in the most dangerous of ghettos with criminals, worked out in the gym with the jocks, played chess club with the nerds, and played polo with some of the richest people in the world.

Wherever I was. Whatever I would do. I would always rise to the occasion and perform whatever was called upon me in order to adapt and thrive. Able to compartmentalize aspects of my personality. Control the flow of my actions.

Learning as much as I could about anything that interested me. Having so many hobbies and interests that some would look at me and see someone who was lost while having no sense of self. It wasn't until more recently did I realize that my true self is the ability to become anything that I need to be. Having many different perspectives and outlooks on life. Highly attuned abilities to read body language and decipher complex emotions. Able to digest highly complex ideas and areas of knowledge and put it to good use.

Even though I do agree that I have a little Gryffindor in me should I ever be called upon to be brave and courageous. For I never stray away from such things. I can understand why that could be a Ravenclaw trait. I think the sorting hat may have gotten it right.