It's strange how something seemingly ordinary can represent something extraordinary; how a mundane car ride can represent the story of my passion. Every day I drive forty-five minutes to Loyola High School, passing neighborhoods of all different socioeconomic backgrounds. Looking out the window, I can't help but realize the changing of the world around me and how it indicates a bigger change, my journey of dedication to community service. 7:00 a.m.-Freshman year-My carpool and I travel to school with...