At some point during freshman year at Northwestern, people started calling me Mojo. Maybe they found me particularly attractive and charismatic and wanted my nickname to properly convey my undeniable magnetism and self-assured nonchalance that thinly veil a mysterious and profoundly intriguing inner spirit. Most likely, they were drunk and thought of it only as a brilliant syllable-reducing merger of two prominent syllables of my name (sort of...). Either way I'll take the compliment.
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