The following short story was written for an english assignment to make a modern-day analogy for the tale of Madea.

The woman walked up to the unmarked office with a little bundle of life in each arm. She was in her mid-twenties, and quite beautiful-by all accounts, she should have been in the prime of her life. Her name was Madea. Madea was married to a rising star at Goldman Sachs; just last month he brought home a new Mercedes SLS for her. Madea had already stopped working, instead she spent her days taking care of the kids. She enters the psychologist’s office, drops the kids into the arms of a waiting babysitter, and shuts the door behind her, hoping that this week’s therapy will be more productive than the lasts.

If you’re insane enough to be reading this, then you probably have a sinking suspicion that you don’t need to. And you’re probably right. Except I think you should stay anyway. I might not be a supergenius or a hilarious comedic, but I think I have something to offer. As such, I want you to judge me on what I post here, not who I am. Because that’s germane to the discussion. With that said, here are some of my creds:

• Rising Senior in High School
• Trumpeter, Flugelhorn player
• Bassist, Guitarist, Singer
• Apple Enthusiast
• Aspiring Developer
• Writer
• Cynic and Pundit

With that out of the way, let’s get started!