When most people compare me and my sister, Dominique, it usually comes down to something like this: I’m quiet and hard working, and my sister is loud and hyperactive.

On an unexpected visit to the doctor I was sitting on the annoying table and I noticed, to my peril, that the mirror was slightly to my right. In order to see myself in the mirror I had to lean to the right and strain my neck a little.

I started to wonder, why is it annoying that I can't see the mirror? Why is it a necessity for me and others to see themselves constantly?

Over Thanksgiving break, my sister made her annual visit home from the University of Chicago. Once again, she brought home a friend who didn't want to pay for the flight back home, and therefore, I had a new roommate.