When I graduated from high school, the only thing I knew for certain, was that I really loved art. I researched colleges all over the country. I secretly had my heart set on one down in Georgia. Those dreams came to a halt when I realized the difference in expense for an out-of-state college paired with my mother’s intense desire for me to remain close by. Ultimately I was accepted into UNC Charlotte, only about an hour away from my home town. The summer before college began I was a whirl wind of nervous energy. I had no idea where I would end up or what I would do there.
