You are a college freshman, 18 years old (or even 17, like I was!). Away from home. No parents around. A roommate (or roommates, if you are in a triple) with unknown living habits. Questions running through your head: does he or she snore? Will we be the odd couple—one messy, one clean? Will this room still look and smell fresh by October? Is she a chipper morning person to my slow-rising, “I need coffee before I speak,” mood? How much laundry detergent do I put in the machine? I have to wake up on my own?!
What do you want to be when you grow up was the question that my generation (1970s/80s babies) was asked. Do you want to be a teacher, doctor, firefighter, or even a dancer (By the way, I was obsessed with the TV series Fame and Debbie Allen!)?