Yesterday -- Monday, February 5, 2007 -- marks the date of my twenty-first birthday. No, I did not go out to a bar and drink, as my class on Monday this quarter requires constant high concentration and almost always runs late, so I always just want to get on the train and come home as soon as I finish packing up. My family did serve champagne as part of dinner, though (mental note: we have orange juice -- make some mimosas), so I suppose I somewhat fulfilled the expectation for every American resident turning twenty-one.
When I woke up Monday morning I saw a wrapped gift lying on my office chair. Well, since my mom and brother were already g