What does everybody want their second semester of senior year, the time when you should be relaxing and basking in that "I'm almost done" sense? If you answered endless doctor and hospital visits, swollen bruises, arthritis, abdominal pain, and possible kidney failure, I'll gladly change lives with you. On the one hand, I'm kind of impressed with myself, managing to come down with a rare disease that's supposed to target young boys when I'm a 17 year old girl. Only I could pull a stunt like that. On the other, I'm kind of cursing the heavens. What is the point of this suffering? It's not teaching me much (except how to become extremely tolerant of having to wear jeans 24/7 since otherwise I'd look like I'd been beaten and child services would be called...) and I don't think it's helping anyone else any, either. So, for all you religious zealots out there: What's god's reason for this? The first one to respond with "Ours is not to question why" or "God works in mysterious ways" or any variation thereof loses 10 points.