Last week was the kind of week where you forget you are a young adult now and fall back into the mind-set of a teenager. The tantrums, the drama, and the pointless yet unavoidable angry feeling that you feel for no particular reason. I was writing notes for my coursework and kept writing whatever it was I was writing wrong, probably because I wasn’t paying attention, and I actually felt the blood boil inside me. I wanted to scream with frustration like you do when you are fourteen. The only difference is that it is more acceptable when you are fourteen because you are going through ‘a phase’ as every parent says. It was justifiable. Now? Not so much. Whether or not this week of feeling like a moody teenager was because I was on my period is debateable. I usually defy this norm. I don’t get this grouchy. The fact of the matter is, comparing then to now, the teenage feeling has gone (thank god) and I have set myself a deadline to finish …