Me at 19. Take note of what is happening in this picture. It paints the perfect picture of who I was: a freshman in college away from home on my first Spring Break trip (South Padre, TX). The cup in my hand is probably an alcoholic beverage. Behind me, a drinking game is taking place called Circle of Death. The girl in the doorway was my future roommate. The boys were friends at the time. My shirt was a souvenir. It said all of these wonderful things about being a woman and hateful things about how men oppress our gender. I was kind of a spitfire.