I’m young I’m young and in love!

As a freshman in high school I was voted to be a representative for our Winter Formal dance – a real honor, I know. All representatives were required to have an escort to accompany them to the dance. So I asked a few girls; one couldn’t come, one turned me down – ouch. And then it

The coffee shop

I love my job. I’m 18 years old; how many 18 year olds can say they love their job? A little over a year ago my family-friend/boss asked me to work at the coffee shop she was opening. My response? Hell. Yes. Her follow-up question was to ask me if I had any recommendations of…