Have I detoured down diversion avenue? No. One short epithet that struck me through the noise of my easily-fogged life was one I read on a Lululemon zipper—“detours welcome". My immediate goals have evolved to be more academically oriented. I want to graduate magna cum laude and study abroad before superstardom. Once I’ve peaked, I know my life will never be the same, and despite having lived much, I realize I haven't spent much of it in environments where I really thrived, especially as much as I have in higher ed. What even makes me reflect on this enough to is just that even when I detour into the dark, and my devotion to my merits is tested, I return to myself, and my visions have never had to reintroduce themselves.                                                                        All that I know is I am a singer. It’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’ve never not gotten what I wanted.

No one is really holding me to such high expectations as I am, and I don’t plan on ever falling short. Anyone who cares enough to have reached the end of this, I love you, and thank you