You sat on your floor with an array of photographs that you had taken of the different flora, picking which one's to hang on the wall. You had music playing on your stereo, which was turned off by your cousin who stared unimpressed at the photos, squatting down and tapping the patch over your missing right eye and asking with a snarky expression "What happened here, Yankee? 16 and already look like a mess. What've they got you doin' over there in the land of bald eagles that scored you that?"