So This is 30...
I don't really remember my 20th birthday. I know that I was about to start my sophomore year of college, and I was probably moving into my Alpha Gamma Delta sorority house for the first time during my birthday week. I was starting a new school year at Illinois Wesleyan University with new friends, a determined Major, a work study job, a steady boyfriend, and a positive outlook on life. I only owned one credit card, and I could probably count on my fingers the number of alcoholic drinks I had consumed. I had never had a speeding ticket, or even been pulled over. I had never seen drugs, I had never puked, and none of my friends had been arrested. The President was terrible, but the economy was prosperous. I had already figured out that bragging about high school was fruitless because everyone I went to college with was perfect in high school and nobody cares, but I still thought I was pretty awesome. I was smart (almost as smart as I thought...