When you graduate high school, you’re often expected to know exactly what you want to do with the rest of your life. Some people do know. I was not one of those people.

As a little kid, I wanted to be everything. The one I really remember is wanting to be the lead singer of my own band. Obviously as I got older, I realized being a rock star probably wouldn’t cut it because I can’t sing, and the only instrument I could play is saxophone.

I spent 8th grade through 12th grade looking for colleges. I decided on Southeastern Louisiana University because it was far enough from home to give me that feeling of independence I wanted, and the campus was really beautiful.

I went through several majors in just February to June. Mostly science related. I also considered teaching history. The only probably with those is that I don’t like children, and although I love science, I could see myself getting tired of it. The world tells you to do something practical. It also tells you to go into a job that you’ll have fun at, otherwise you’ll hate it. It’s very rare that you’ll find both. I was at a crossroad. Something I love or something I knew I could find a job with?

I did a lot of soul searching and came to the conclusion that money wasn’t my end goal. Happiness was what I wanted, and the one thing that I always went back to was art. I’m not the best artist; I kept coming back to that one thought. I realized that college was a place where I would learn to be a better artist.

I just finished my first week of college. Like I said, I’m not the best artist, but to get better, you must draw and draw again.