2. Fall semester of my senior year in college, I had to purchase and read twenty-four books. That's twenty-four books in sixteen weeks. I'm still scarred for life.
3. My first job lasted four months. I worked Friday and Saturday nights at an events venue and I hated it. Mainly because I was sixteen and all my friends were out having fun on those nights, I had a boyfriend I never got to see on date nights and I have a major phobia of touching people's dirty plates with their half eaten food on it. Nothing is more disgusting than half eaten, cold, chunky mashed potatoes on a dinner plate of a stranger.