"We're a little worried about Katrina," a voice came from above. I pulled my head above the table, straining my neck to look at my dad. He furrowed a brow, "Oh?" My Montessori teacher sighed. "She only wants to play puzzles all day instead of learning her alphabet. At this rate, she's going to fall behind." To my naysaying teacher, my path to my college major would come as quite a surprise. There I was at three years old, being...