UC San Diego

My interest in becoming a performer began at a young age. My youth was filled with MC Hammer dance moves, visions of winning Ed McMahon's Star Search, and lengthy letters to the Mickey Mouse Club for audition purposes. Things changed as I got older. I don't know if it was because Mickey never replied or if it was the stack of late payment notices my single mother constantly received, but I soon decided to seek something more stable.

Many Americans are the same. Far too many would rather work loathsome jobs for a chance at "job security" than to boldly venture toward discovering purpose and fulfillment. It took a while, but eventually my pursuit of happiness led me to UCSD. Inside the stony walls of Galbraith Hall I found a tribe of creative geniuses that challenged and stretched me into a better person both on and off the stage. In my tenure I have been fortunate to retell the narratives of playwrights like August Wilson, Anton Chekhov and Tennessee Williams. Through their stories, the instruction of my professors and the skills of my colleagues, I have found more than a family. I have found meaning.

I am no more stable now than what I was a decade ago, but that is alright because I have more joy then I ever did. Therefore, as I approach my graduation I confidently trust the chapters that are closing behind me and look forward to the rollercoaster journey ahead.