Isn't it fun when you run into someone you haven't seen in a long time and you catch up? What happened to them since then? What have they been up to? Well, today I ran into this girl, she was 18 at the time. Oh, she was a blast! She thought wearing that black leather jacket and those boots made her so mysterious. She wanted to become a physical therapist, make big bucks and live on her own. No man, no kids, one penthouse apartment with white carpets and white furniture (so as to show how great it is to live on her own and have no one to mess up her beautiful furniture). She wanted a wall covered with CDs and books, which she planned to listen to and read by herself. Alone. And she was going to love it! She liked hard rock, she read Dostoyevsky. She was going to move out and go to the wonderful city of Provo, where she would begin her journey of self discovery and independence. What happened to her?