If you’ve been reading my blog for a long time, you may have picked up on the fact that I’m a bit of a geek.
I like (okay, really like) gadgets, I have a secret desire to learn some form of computer programming, and I’ve read books like Numbers Freak and The Glamour of Grammar during reading challenges. I even enjoy the occasional video game.
I’m okay with it, though. I came to grips a long time ago with the fact that I’m kind of geeky.
But lately, it got me thinking…
When did this geekiness begin?
I was definitely already a geek in high school. (For one thing, I actually liked school. And not just the socializing; school itself. See? Geek.) So we have to go back further than that.
After pondering and pondering, I came to the conclusion that the roots of my geekiness lie in the ownership of one particular object.
I think I was in fourth grade or so. And I don’t remember how or when I got it. A birthday? Christmas? Spending some of my allowance money?
I don’t know. All I know is that I had one of these:

Yes, a Rubik’s Cube.
But owning a Rubik’s cube wasn’t really so special back then. It seemed like everyone was using study halls and bus rides to spin the colorful tiles of this puzzling cube. I was certainly not alone.
In fact, just like my classmates, I spent countless hours trying to figure out how to get all the mixed-up colors to behave and to go to their proper spots. But no matter how how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with six solid-colored sides. Oh, I could get two or three. But then everything started getting messed up.
So I did what I always do when I want to fix something:
I bought a book.
Don’t ask me where I got it, because I don’t remember. But I was soon the proud owner of a Solutions Book for the Rubik’s Cube.
This solutions book (which, if I remember correctly, was more like a magazine) took every possible scenario and told the reader how to work with it in order to fully solve the Rubik’s Cube.
I was ecstatic.
I analyzed the scenarios, I studied the solutions, and I put them into practice.
Ta-da! I solved the Rubik’s cube (with some help, admittedly)! I had six solid-colored sides. Yay, geeky me!
But was that enough for 9- or 10-year-old Katrina? Oh no.
I don’t remember setting out to consciously do this, but… I memorized the solution book. Maybe I just solved my own cube too many times, I don’t know. But before long, all the tips and tricks had moved from the solutions book to my brain.
And I became the Official Rubik’s Cube Solver for my friends.
Kids would hand me their cubes at school for me to work on in my spare moments. I spent bus-rides home spinning and twisting cubes into obedience for their owners. No starting point was too messy for me, no tile scenario too difficult.
I was the Rubik’s Cube Master.
And that, my friends, is where I believe my geekiness was born. Or at least, that’s where it started to come out of its shell.
I was far more interested in solving the Rubik’s Cube than in playing with dolls or picking out barrettes for my hair.
And today, though I appreciate a good pair of jeans, I’m still more intrigued by Apple’s latest offerings than by news from the fashion world. I just can’t escape it: I’m somewhat of a geek. But I’m cool with that. And at least now, I have some idea of when it started.

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