When You Were Eighteen

My daughter was home this weekend and decided to clean out her dresser, which was still stuffed with her high school things. She came across an essay she'd written for a senior high class assignment asking her to write about where she'd be in twenty years.

She's just three years out of college, so she has a way to go before she'll know how accurate her predictions are, but she was amazingly dead on so far. However, she doubts she'll ever move to New York, produce a Broadway play, and marry a s...