When I was 7, brought up and still growing on "Drake and Josh" and "Mighty Morphin Power Rangers," a sense of innocent ignorance filled my mind. At that time, I had no knowledge of how to fill out an I-9 form or what a Trump was. Yet, like any child, I was content with exploring the world without any of that in my head.

All that really occupied my thoughts were hopes of either taking on the mantle of the White Ranger and/or be like Drake Parker, the guitar playing cool brother from my favorite T.V. show. Many days were spent battling aliens as Tommy, the aforementioned white ranger from Power Rangers, and singing Green Day songs in my room: my stage was built out of my bed, in front of a crowd comprised of my wall and window. My mom made sure that my time on my blanket built "stage" was limited, so I could study like Josh would have been doing.

My White Ranger costume was eventually replaced by a name tag atop a blue shirt when I got my first job at 17. Most of my time then was spent selling computers to people that wanted, but for the most part didn't need, Beats by Dre or the most powerful computer in the store: rarely was there ever a person that needed to spend $1,500 to $2,000 in one swipe, but there were quite a few that did. When I wasn't doing that, I was studying, readying my mind for the upcoming ACT and the looming possibility of going to college. Strange to say, I was starting to look a whole lot more like Josh than his rock 'n roll step-brother.

I would never say that was necessarily a bad thing, mainly because I was filling my head with knowledge and I was building a strong work ethic as a foundation for the future. Drake was becoming less of a figure to me, mainly because I didn't want to date a girl for a day and move on to another one, while failing all of my classes. Even though I hated a lot of classes and lost a lot of hours in some places that I didn't want to be in, success became the only option, no matter what that really meant. Josh, despite his clumsiness, seemed to be on that route, or at least working on it.

While he wasn't able to make out with a bunch of girls or play in a cool rock band, Josh had quite a few things going for him, which I quietly also tried to emulate at times. For instance, he was a straight-A student, which in my mom's book, was the best thing that I could be doing with my life: I wasn't, but I tried at her encouragement. The biggest thing that I admired about Josh was his persistence to maintain a stable relationship with his girlfriend, Mindy. Going out with a bunch of different girls never really appealed to me and I was never the cool, good looking guy like Drake was, so I didn't chase girls for the sake of making out with them. By doing that I started seeing more similarities between Josh and I, beyond the fact both of us are insanely clumsy.

People always told me that as you grow up, you mature and it seemed like I was doing that and I'd like to think that I still am. But, despite distancing myself from the Drake image, I can't say that I was particularly happy with just being a studious worker. Sitting here, writing my article, during summer, I took notice of something. A guitar lays beside me, next to a philosophy book and a computer that I used to sell all of the time at my first job. For whatever reason that got me thinking about where I am at now and who I am: I'm a musician in a band while being an education major at Marquette University, dating the same girl for the past two years. I think I've found a way of being a little Drake and a little Josh.