  My immersion into puberty was a painstakingly slow one - dragged out over a long period of time. I would get one radical shift in physical traits through the course of a year, which was great because I avoided the awkwardness of "um, you didn't have those yesterday. " Unfortunately, one very crucial part of puberty did not rear its ugly head until a couple of years ago.
In the past, my demeanor mirrored the phrase, "steady as she goes. " I was generally a happy camper. The Hormone Von Trapp clan just moved in, and I am now certifiably crazy. I noticed that something was seriously amiss when I suffered a mental breakdown after waiting 20 minutes for my Whopper, Jr. at an airport Burger King in Orlando. Upon arriving at my seat with Whopper, Jr. in hand, I flung the burger at the tabletop in a rage...only to have it fall to the ground, its artery-clogging contents decorating the tile.
I promptly burst into uncontrollable sobs, clutching the few lettuce strands that did not perish. If this were an isolated incident, I might have blamed it on travel stress or merely my stupidity at tossing my badly desired food like a dwarf. But then crying was triggered by everything: poignant commercials, sunsets, Tickle-Me-Elmos. Unexplained anger soon arrived with irrational mood swings purchasing a condo down the street. Good thing this lasts for only another 20 years. 
