Michael Song

Hey, how are you? Good? That's great to hear. By the way, I'm Michael, the one laughing his head off in the picture.

So I guess I'll give you a little background on the picture...

Before anything else, I'm a tennis player. When my mother couldn't stand me anmore as a kid, she decided to ship me off to Bloomfield for tennis lessons each week. Much to her surprise, I stuck with it through the years, eventually leading to Troy High's 4th consecutive regional championship, and my bandadged hand across my partner Spencer's shoulder.

Beyond tennis, I find myself buried between endless hours of youtube videos and disgustingly large science textbooks. For reasons I can't explain, biology and chemistrsy seem to have taken a liking to me. Unfortunately I prefer (much more) the company of sports analysts breaking down the most recent news in the NBA.

Anyways, enough about me. Seriously, how are you? "Good" doesn't tell me anything. "Good" is sufficient for, say, a score on a math test, but how one feels is so much more. Let's talk about it over a cup of coffee.