The spring of my sophomore year, I Jessica Rinehart, walked out and got the mail. Growing up in a small high school in New York has let me feel the freedom of my decisions, these decisions led me to believe that I wanted to experience the best years of my life in a college that reflected my home. Being an early admissions student is the missing indication to my unfulfilled needs. Although I am in many different organizations I still had a piece of my inner being asking me was I truly working hard enough? National Honor Society, Drama club, the school production, President of the JrSr band, class president for three consecutive years; these programs weren’t just opportunities I got lucky at, but to sit down and look at my accomplishments I believe that everything I have done proves that I am a true leader. I feel that I lived my life considering my decisions based around my family; my mother diagnosed with Epilepsy and Multiple Sclerosis longer then the thought of my conception and my father with a faulty prosthetic; growing up with older siblings who left and raising a sister my father couldn’t raise alone was the “safe”, ideal reason why I jumped on the band wagon and decided to go to a college that wasn’t for me. To me, refusing to go to that college close to home is the most unselfish thing I could do to my family, because I know they’re proud of me, and I know my success is the perfect way to say thank you, for letting me be who I want to be. Finally understanding that this is my life, I opened the envelope with green and gold inscription and found myself ecstatic that I found the perfect program for myself.