1. I am terrified of turning 21 in a few months, because my father already tries to get me to drink. Whenever we go out of state, he asks the minimum drinking age ("just in case!"), he's always offering me beer and wine, and I know he and my cousins have been making plans to take me barhopping. That I abhor the taste of alcohol and have absolutely no desire to ever find myself drunk is, apparently, irrelevant.

Also, finding and killing mosquitoes is the only sane thing to do. Otherwise they bite your ankles, which is terrible.