Every year, my Catholic school did a magazine subscription drive, and we had a pep rally to get very excited about the prizes we could win for being top sellers. 

This mostly included ornately decorated pompoms with googly eyes called “weepuls.” Some of mine even had peel and stick feet so that I could stick them to my backpack. 

Don’t worry. This article will not be asking you to purchase a magazine subscription. I am turning forty-two this week, and I found...