Age wise, I'm eighteen, but sometimes I feel a lot older and other times I feel a lot younger. I can be overly mature and immature. At the moment my income is minimal, hence why I'm sponging off of my parents who's income is rather good. I'm an upper middle class girl, whose had good opportunities. I'm not going to lie; sometimes I feel guilty about that. Why me? Why do I get to be so lucky when there are people halfway around the world in communities  who can't even afford to feed themselves? Right now I'm a student so I can't do much to help them, but later on I hope to join the peace core to make a difference (since our president sure isn't. Hey, here's an idea, let's start a pointless war instead of helping people who need and ask for it, people like in Darfur or El Salvador. Sound like a plan?) and someday a reporter so I can show the world these injustices.