I’m highly inquisitive. Just ask my Kindergarten teacher. I shadowed her when I was a senior in Highschool – and I’ll never forget her answer when I asked what I was like in Kindergarten. She said “Amanda, you were always asking why – ‘Why, Mrs. Tillman? Why?’”  I’m still not sure if she found that trait endearing or exasperating.

Here are just a few of the questions that have run through my mind over the past week or so:

• Do you ever get the feeling that Big Brother is watching you?
• If you inhale lungfuls of air before weighing yourself, will you weigh more or less?
• Why are strikes good in bowling but bad in baseball?
• Why do teenagers think they’re mature enough to have sex when they can’t even maintain a “grown-up” conversation?
• Why do I think about questions like the above at 5 o’clock in the morning?