Preface: When I was a young kid (2 years old), my mom decided that I should go to one of the many private preschools around the town. I ended up going to a Methodist preschool that was a few blocks away (my family is not Methodist, they just had really good reviews). Anyway, as a child, I was always left-handed. I did everything left-handed, and my family made no move to correct it. I've read some...

Okay, so I was stressed out from studying and decided to take a break. As strange as this seems, I spent my half hour long break rearranging my bookshelf. While doing this, I uncovered a few journals from previous years in my life. Most were not noteworthy, being sketches of cartoon characters from shows like Adventure Time, drawings of random OCs that I apparently made up, and indiscernible...