I wasn’t the greatest student in high school. I mean, I took AP classes and whatnot, I excelled in English, the social sciences, art studies, etc. I was by no means a horrible student, but I just wanted to do things instead of sit in a desk, confined to a brick prison for eight hours a day, five times a week. I wrote, I sketched, I thought. I wanted to be free. I didn’t apply to UC Berkeley out of high school because I knew I had no chance of getting in, but I’m going to try harder in college; at least at LCC they can’t hold you in.