I love being alone in my room. My room is a sanctuary. It's always warm and dark and smells like my hair. My room is a patchwork of memories. Each part of it is a part of me. The memories woven into each piece of it make me whole. It tells you who I am. Each piece tells a story of my past. My bed that never stops squeaking; you can't breathe on it without it shrieking at...

Remember the first time you were applauded: the tumultuous roar, like thunder rolling over your body in a dry heat. But that's not even the best part. The best part is the silence before the applause - the quiet hesitance of adoration - when the crowd is so awed by you, they are silent for a good long whilw. Then suddenly someone stands, yells your name, and you're at peace. Before dance I never had that. I was always the...

I am an artist. I need creative though. I need to be inspired by long words and beautiful art and diverse people. I'm inspired by the differences that set us appart and bring us together simultaneously. I come alive when inspiration hits me like lightning. It moves through me and suddenly I am unstoppable. Goucher can give me that.

Traditional schooling can be difficult for a mind that likes to flutter. I'm constantly going in and out of focus, catching what I can, losing much; being interested in the class helps but not enough to keep me for long. After not much time I'm gone with the wind, flying through the clouds into my own bubble of fantasies. Choosing what I wish to study will be a good step to keep me grounded. With at lease one foot on...

No one during the touring process with give you an honest answer about what the school is actually like. The social aspects, the drinking life, the party life. Applying to this school I wasn't told how influential marijuana...