Our Personalities Don’t Really Change After First Grade
Along with my affinity for a finely breaded chicken mound, as a first grader I liked boys with blond hair, playing freeze tag, and juice. I hated milk. At the ripe old age of twenty-blahblahblah, I still love the nuggets, but I’m more akin to brunette guys, bar hopping, and beer. I still hate milk. […]