This past weekend, I found myself reading through my journals of when I was 15 and 16. It all started with Danny getting his childhood journal from his mom, who was visiting. Danny wrote maybe 4 times as a teenager; I wrote every single day. We compared what we were doing on the same days of our teenage lives, which was rather amusing. I then found myself reading more and more of the inner thoughts of my younger self. Fascinating, really. Not so much that I had deep thoughts or anything, but more of how I used to think. When I mentioned to my mom about reading my teen journals, her response was: "So, did you laugh or cry?" Ha, I love my mom, so honest. I answered, "A little bit of both." Man, being a teenager is hard. Nostalgia tends to make you forget the tough stuff. So here are my jumbled thoughts after reading the end of my freshman year, my whole sophomore year and the beginning of my junior year. First, if...