In one episode from Boy Meets World, Cory Matthews is upset to be average. Who can blame him, really? He is one of the most ordinary characters I have seen on television. He has featureless brown hair, wears plain clothes and has an ordinary, loving family (admittedly with above-average humor).

I like to think I’m not like Cory, that I’ll be above average in life and will have life-changing adventures around the world. But the truth is, I am exactly like Cory, stuck in an average body from an average family. Daily, people confuse me with someone else, probably because I have the average height for a female (5 foot 4), average shoe size (8), and average hair color (right in the middle between blonde and brown—blonde when I have recently showered). Furthermore, my family is averagely Jewish. Considered conservative, we are right in the middle between Reform and Orthodox. We even manage to be average for average Jews— my father is a lawyer, my mother is a doctor, and my name is Becca Hannah Weinstein. In other words, I am a Jewish wet dream.

Sometimes I am scared that, to use Cory’s words, “I’m never going to be good at anything because I was raised to be average.” I am average, and I’ll be the first to admit it. I am not an award-winning poet or a straight-A pre-med student. But while Cory sees being average as a handicap, I’ve found that being average creates—paradoxically—an above-average opportunity: freedom. I can do anything with my life because a remarkable talent does not confine me. As an ordinary young adult, I am free to learn about the world around me. I can take off for six months to explore France, during which I plan to simultaneously explore my interests and myself. I may not be sure of my future or what makes me special, but for now, I will do my best to overcome my average encasing by broadening my mind, which, in the end, I hope will make me something I have never been: an above average human being.