I remember my first day at Westridge. It was Convocation, and I wore the requisite polo and annoyingly thick white skirt. After having already spent two years at another college-prep, all-girls school...

It’s raining, it’s pouring, and who is this nine-year-old Girl Scout outside selling cookies!? Yep, that would be me, the overly energetic girl standing outside a Ralphs grocery store begging you to...