I never wanted to go to college. At least not right away. I didn’t know much when I was 18, but I knew that I was in no position to be choosing a career path. I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, so clearly the best course of action would be to travel around the country until I figured out what I was passionate about.
By the time senior year of high school started, my friends were all talking about college. Kids were looking into degree programs, writing essays for scholarships, and sending in applications for early admission. And I was painting fish on the side of my car. I had just bought a 1987 Dodge Colt from my neighbor. My first car, paid for with babysitting and barista earnings. It was a tiny, ugly car that needed something extra to bring it to life, and I decided that something extra was a hand painted underwater scene. I enlisted a couple friends and before I knew it, the fish car was born. That car was going to take me around the country, from town to town and state to state, while I worked odd jobs and met people who would help me figure out what I was supposed to do with my life. Or so I thought.
Merrie Melodie 