This past April, I turned 21. 21 years old. A regular baby, in the eyes of most.  But I sure don’t feel that way.  Let me explain. Starting this summer, I’ve had a string of what I call ‘I feel...

I used to love school.  First days were like Christmas to me.  I couldn’t wait to organize all of my things in my newly acquired backpack.  As much as I loved summer, year after year I eagerly awaited...