I remember the sensation of my sweaty palms gripping the sides of the steering wheel. My knees shook as I stretched to look over the top of the dashboard. I tried to listen carefully as my dad offered instructions: “Ok, Meredith, slowly ease off the brake and press lightly on the gas pedal. You can do it...” I wasn’t sure I could. After all, what twelve year-old is ready, either physically or emotionally, to take control of a huge...

My favorite class would have to be my freshman seminar on Lewis and Clark. My class...