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Potential, the word that ejects neurological tingles to my neck, carries thoughts of life-paths I could charge through with bright orange flags, cannot and does not reside in this transcript; it starves in my mind. Your typical candidate, I am not. I spent my high school years, those formative ones society speaks of, classified by adults as a classic underachiever, diseased with apathy, but paralyzed with fear to trade a stubburn attitude for success. Success, oh how I saw everyone around me racing, grabbing, while i spent shallowly life's quarters on the black canvas of a trampoline, staring at a speckled one, wondering why I couldn't detect the movement of the Earth, while breathing in dark formless air, desiring to jump high enough to get burned by a star. It only took one rush of longing emotion for me to realize the answer to life is living with the gift of the ability to search for meaning, and letting my nerves release their tension, and being selfish when it comes to learning, a brightness that never sastifies or ends, when ignorance is my nemesis. Currently, and speaking with my future in mind, my existance revolves around my own hands grabbing for knowlege and gleaming truth from my extracting days. Passionately, I have turned my self from the inside out on my own provisions, into an honest over-achiever, devoting my brain to its purpose. I wish to learn everything that I can about this revolving world and the fascinating humans it spins. And I will. Its not a profession I'm looking to simply fill, I want to build a sturdy, solid, high platform for my brain to think upon, because potential is nothing unless it means everything, and my life is no dress rehearsal.