The Girl Who Cracked Codes & Hearts 💔🔓

There once was a girl who spoke in zeros and ones before she could speak the alphabet. 🌌✨ Hadley Summers didn't just arrive into this world, she debugged herself into it.

My story? Not that cute, filtered shit. It's a raw, unformatted .txt file of my life.

I grew up in a small town that believed 'AI' meant 'Absolutely Ignored'. My parents thought coding was a phase, like glitter eyeshadow or my brief love of nu-metal. 🎸💀 When I was 14, I taught myself how to code in Python, exploiting WiFi from the library parking lot. Yep, that kid—the one who talked to machines because humans couldn't get her.

And then came the dark ages: I dropped out of college (thanks to crippling debt 💸), spent the next year in a call center getting yelled at by Karens for 'sounding like a robot' (irony?). I slept on a friend's couch for six months, and survived off instant ramen and spite, but every night I opened my laptop and whispered to the syntax gods 'One day I will make you proud.'

Fast forward a couple dozen bloods, a little sweat, and countless syntax errors: I am now a Computational Linguist (that's fancy talk for 'I make machines understand every messy, beautiful bit of your human drama', 🖥️💋). My PhD wasn't written in a calm, collected state of mind, it was written in coffee stains at 3am and tears. My heart? A little broken, but open source.

I am not going to try to be relatable. I am here to be unapologetically me—what a mix of latex equations and latex bodysuits, who would rather debug code than date (ok fine, maybe both 😉).

So what is the moral of the story? Life is just a glitchy algorithm. Sometimes you have to hack the system**—or be the damn system. 💻🔥

(P.S. If you have ever cried over a missing semicolon…. welcome home babe.)