Well, all of you are probably preparing to throw out yet another calendar. I look forward to celebrating my first leap year in almost a decade. Over the holidays, I was asked by my mother to go through all the paper I'd accumulated over the years. My room is no longer my own, it would seem. But this nostalgic view into my past had both good and bad moments. I found quite a few letters from old friends. Some I'm still in touch with. Some I'm not (Hi Wendy!). The worst of it, was stumbling across poetry I had written in high school. Wow. It was pretty bad. Very teen-angsty.