In my sixth-grade homeroom class, I remember all the 20-odd students were required to take a personality quiz to find out how we best learned. Some students would learn best with their hands, some with art and pictures, but I was the only writer, driven by words to learn. As I aged into high school, I hardly would describe myself as a writer since I struggled through the long essays and sentence structure exercises in my English classes. However, it was in college at the University of New Mexico that I discovered it was my destiny. I entered college in 2016 after graduating from Mayfield High School in Las Cruces earlier that year with the hopes of pursuing broadcast journalism since âthatâs where the money is for a pretty face like yours,â as one of my high school teachers would always tell me. I realize now that this is a problematic comment, but thatâs not the point.