If you would have asked me when I was younger what I wanted to be when I grew up, you may have gotten a ballerina, astronaut, a famous singer, or a lawyer. I never thought that I would grow up to become a stripper. Of course, at six years old I didn't know what a stripper was.

I grew up in a middle class family with four other siblings. My older siblings were all stair stepping each other in age. I was the caboose that was a surprise. Everyone had left home except my brother who was in 12 th grade and I was in 5th. My parents had my sisters, one a sophomore and one a freshmen in college, a son in the navy, and my other brother was debating where he wanted to do with his life. I would sometimes hear my parents discussing how they would pay for my college education. Maybe this had something to do with my decision to be a stripper.

It's now my senior year in high school and I am applying for college. Hindsight is always 20/20 when you look back at things. My teachers constantly said that college would be harder than high school, but they lied. I understand that you are the only one responsible for turning in or not turning in your work, but that isn't hard. What's hard is figuring out how you will pay for college without being over $100,000 in debt when you leave college. Being a stripper may have crossed my mind, but only as a joke. Ethically, it is and will be hard to be known as assistant district attorney, Paige Morris, formerly known as Ms. Monroe.

For the first two years of my college career, I had a scholarship that paid for everything except books. My parents graciously took care of the expenses of my books, but they had both retired from their jobs. I felt that they didn't need to spend that money on me but on themselves. Coming into my junior year of college, I was able to land an internship with a law firm that provided living accommodations and a monetary stipend. But they didn't pay for my college tuition. I never actually put more thought into being a stripper until a potential client of the firm was a stripper.

Her name was Ashley Jones known as Jordan Star. She told us of her that she was a private stripper that had strict rules when it came to her stripping at private venues. There was to be no photography, videography, audio, etc. She wanted her personal life separated from her business. While we were drawing up contracts for her and her potential clients, I began to ask her how does she do what she does. Ashley simply said, I can show you better than I can tell you. She introduced me to this life.