 Sure, I was a straight-A student who served on the student council and was slated to be the editor of the school newspaper the next year. But I was also an angsty 17-year-old with an attitude problem and a habit of ditching class. Spending a week with 200 other girls in an old, poorly air-conditioned dorm, learning about government sounded positively awful. And worst yet, it was in Tucson.