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I forget how old I was — maybe ten. I was at a graduation party for a friend. Some old lady stops me and tells me about how much I looked like her son at that age. Then she called her son over to me and told me that that's what I would look like in a decade.

It took nearly every ounce in by being not to freak out in horror that I was going to look like that. Thankfully, I don't: baldness is catching up with me instead.

I am slowly stealing my mother's Tupperware. Every time that she sends food home with me, she puts it in a Tupperware container. She will never get those back.

I can remember one time when a close friend of mine described my greatest qualities. He listed loyalty as one of them. I was almost offended. I considered loyalty to be a vice, not a virtue. Loyalty, I felt, was a quality that blinded us to rational thinking.

Today, I'm seeing the truthfulness of how loyal I am.

This time, I'm liking it.

When my brother was in fifth grade, he wanted to play the violin. My parents bought him a violin and let him take the lessons.

When I was in fifth grade, I wanted to play the clarinet. My parents told me to play the violin.