In 70 days, I will be walking down the Schrott Center for the Arts stage to receive my bachelor's degree. I have noticed that as the date gets closer, the frequency of people asking me what is next for me exponentially increases. While the possibilities of the future have been dancing around my mind, I find myself thinking a lot more about how I got here. How did I end up in the Midwest when my home is 4,150 miles away? How did I end up in the art department when I was confid

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Entering the workforce has been one thing, but entering adulthood has been another. In addition to growing into my dream jobs in my career,