Since the summer, I knew coming into college was going to change almost every aspect of my life. Well, I was wrong; college changed all aspects of my life. As much as I want to curse the school and most of my professors (exception being Randy!) I believe that these past three months has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. However, this opinion will probably change very soon once finals week rolls around.

Sleep has never been a problem for me. You can spot me counting sheep anytime past 9:30(most weekends too-#turnup) and anywhere ranging from the floor to the shower and even at supper. Regardless of what comes the next day, I will be able to fully prepare for it without my beauty sleep. So that leaves me to choose between either having a social life and good grades.

Occasionally, on the weekends I do visit my friends but no matter how great the time is I end up regretting it. This is because of all the work and studying I could have done that I now have to make up for. When my girlfriend comes over we agree to study together and help each other with assignments. This composes of my social life outside of school. Inside of school, I have many friends whom I share similar interests with and inside jokes. These friends steal my food, play basketball with me, and spot me at the gym. After three short months, the strangers I met in the beginning of the year quickly became some of my close friends.

Finally, we come to good grades… I’ll let you know more about this when I get them.

“Poor guy” I thought to myself, watching the student proctor aimlessly stare into his computer waiting for me finish the math assessment. All the other incoming freshman students had finished their assessment and left over thirty minutes ago. I had arrived earlier to ensure I would have a copious amount of time to solve all the problems correctly. However, here I was, the last student in room surrounded by computers with a sweating brow. I thought about how the proctor probably needed to be somewhere and I was just holding him up. Fuck it. I couldn’t endure the torture of my own anxiety and embarrassment. I randomly selected answers to the rest of the questions, logged out, and quickly left with my head down.

“Poor guy” I thought to myself, as I watched from the corner of my eye, the anxious incoming freshman struggling with his math assessment. He must feel so ashamed and embarrassed since he’s the last student in the room; he shouldn’t worry about it. I don’t have anywhere to be, in fact this has given me some time to focus on my homework…I wonder why he’s clicking so much. I should go tell him to take his time and relax…Oh I guess he’s done. I sheepishly smiled at him as he walked out of the computer room with his head down.

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Everyone is different, but one aspect that all people have in common is that they are dreamers. I can fairly say, that I am one of those dreamers who can get too far ahead of himself at times. As soon as my imagination runs wild, the possibilities are endless. The pictures below are a representation of the person I am and want to be. My personality portrayed in these photos have a significant impact on my dreams and future.

The first picture  is of me and my older brother who is the corner stone of my youth. Despite having completely different personalities, we found common ground in sports, television, and politics (believe it or not). My brother taught me to work hard and always have an optimistic outlook on life.

The second picture is of me vacationing in Cancun, Mexico. Traveling to various places around the world and relaxing at some of the most exotic beaches on the planet have a special place for many dreamers. However, as enjoyable as that may be, I also take pleasure in learning about the cultures of the country I have visited.

This picture represents my adventurous side. My love for hiking and the great outdoors seems to never falter. I believe this picture strongly portrays my fun-loving personality.

This gorgeous girl is my dream car. I haven’t picked out a name for her yet, but I’m sure the name will come to my mind when my hands are wrapped around the steering wheel. This picture represents my boldness … and optimism.

This picture was taken at Hershey Park after I accepted my friend’s challenge of having my face painted. The exception was that he chose the color and style of the face paint. This signifies my trusting and daring personality.

One postive ability I have always had was the capability of making light of any situtation. During a lenghty orthopedic procedure and recovery, I used my own talents to “correct” my surgeons’ necessary markings.

     The seventh picture is of me and my two best friends at high school prom, one of which happens to be my girlfriend. My teenage years would have been quite miserable without these wonderful people. They have been there for me when I needed them most and motivated me to truly express who I really am.

 The last picture represents one of my greatest passions. Basketball has changed my perception of many aspects of the world. Being a passer, I love helping out teammate score a basket. I took this style of play and put it into real world scenarios, such as assisting and helping others in need.

Shoutout to my parents for everything.