A couple of weeks ago, I was cleaning my room. I've been gone for two years and my shoved clothes in the closet and drawers needed to be cleaned out, my tables had junk in the cabinet drawers that it was basically a call for me to clean. So before leaving to go to LA, I decided to clean. Of course I needed the help of my sister, but after a whole days worth of procrastination, it was too late and she was already on her way to Europe. So I was basically all on my own for the cleaning which was kind of impressive since I did clean up the things that were needed to be cleaned in just a short amount of time. But as I was cleaning, I did run into a few things that reminded me of my past. My shoved paperwork in my file cabinets that I was saving for my siblings to look at while I was gone for the years they needed, old pictures from middle school and high school that I despise looking at, and more. But even after taking a glimpse of those pictures, I suddenly started to realize something. The reason I am who I am today is because of the past. They say that you should never look back, but as I looked back, I had opened my mind a bit more.

Growing up, I didn't have much to look forward to. I was stuck in one school for my whole life until the end of my third grade year when my parents decided to move me to another school. And when I got there, I only spent half a year there because my parents had decided to move me to another school. It was a struggle for me. Not only because my English was awful at that time, but also because all of my friends that I had at my old school, I ended up leaving them. And when I got to the new school, everyone had already known everyone. I was the new kid who just showed up. And of course