During my last year of high school I had to write a free verse poem. I was a quiet spoken girl who believed unless I had something incredibly important to say, don’t say anything at all, because people won’t care to listen. Because of this, many of the classmates I spent most of my school career with didn’t know anything about me, I’m not even sure if most of them knew my full name. When we were assigned to do a free verse poem at the end of my Senior year of high school I decided to write it about myself. We had to recite it during the last day of school, so these kids I grew up with my entire life, most who only knew me as the ‘smart quiet girl’, would have a glimpse of my life, at my dreams, my desires, the moments that made me who I am today and the moments that I wished I could forget. I had to recite the poem in front of the entire class, and being nervous, I kept my eyes shielded down. Half way through the poem I had built up enough courage to look around the room. When I looked up my eyes met with a girl, and I was baffled to see her crying. I looked at another face, a girl, and she was crying too. I had brought a quarter of my class to tears with the words I had written and shared. At that moment I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t want to make people cry for a living, but I knew right then and there that I wanted my ideas to move people and as many people as possible.