I had no idea this would come up so often this far into second semester - I have a twin. If the school year is almost finished and lots of people still do not know about my other half, I figure I could at least give her some credit because she's sort of inherently in everything I do, say and write.
I have been an identical twin for 18 years, 11 months and 328 days. I'm not sure how many days I have not said the words, "Yes, we're twins," but it must be a very small number. I have answered every question you can come up with - yes, we like being twins, sure, we fight a lot, we have switched places and it's not that fun, we could leave our blood at the scene of a crime and blame the other, we do not have the same taste in guys, etc. All of that is semi-interesting. In relation to the subject of twins, rarely do people ask about the topic that I find most interesting: food.
Before you utter, "But, how?" I must ask you to re-read the above paragraph. I do not talk about my twin because I am rarely without her. When I eat, she eats. If our schedules do not allow for a meal together, I get a text message: "O'Hill's salad bar: chicken caesar!!" or a call: "Skip your 2 p.m.; we're going to the Fine Arts Caf
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