Summer 2004 I was taking biology as a prerequisite for massage school. I thought I would stick out as the oldest student and be surrounded by 18 year-olds. Luckily it was a mix of generations and people from all walks of life. And despite our differences, we all got along well. However there was a young lady in class who displayed erratic behavior and was very disruptive. One afternoon she was absent and someone stated how quiet it was without her. The nursing student said she thought she was a drug addict. I guessed she was raised without any discipline at home, and the psychology major stated she probably had borderline personality disorder. A boy from the hood spoke up and said, “She’s just rude.” Sometimes the best answer doesn’t require a diagnosis but makes the most sense.