Staring at a blinking cursor, I realize conveying the essence of yourself on paper is difficult to do properly. If I could easily string together a narrative that portrays all of my human dimensions, my job would be done. However, I would either be a liar or would have grown to the point that college is unnecessary. At this time in our lives there is no one straightforward explanation that can create a portrait of everything we are and aspire...

My childhood was constantly spent on the road with my parents. While their time was taken by work and responsibilities, I had to find ways to fill my own time with things at hand. Some children keep journals and write down all of their thoughts, but instead I drew mine. I would make drawings of things that happened, or things that I hoped would happen in the future- for me, it was a way of mapping out what I wanted...