At one point in my life, I wanted nothing more than to be a journalist. Then I got to college and quickly figured out I didn’t want to write for a living. I still have some of my old archived blogs on hand, and this is one of them—with some minor edits and new commentary from yours truly after giving it a fresh read years later. — February 13, 2001. My mom dropped me off at my preschool that morning, and later drove me to dance class that afternoon. It was just another Tuesday in everyone’s minds. …