Epiphanies come to me in the strongest of times. Be it in the shower, on the toilet, eating a greasy burger, or walking down the street. One significant epiphany came to me when I was eight, while watching a korean drama on the television. I remember thinking I probably should have started doing my homework, but I decided wispy, curly hair of a rich korean deemed more interesting. Scenes were getting intense, and suddenly it hit me, I couldn't keep putting off my studies. I had to adjust. I had to change. I grabbed my cinderella stroller bag (those were the fad, during my childhood years), and dragged it up to our study room. With sudden ferocity I breezed through multiplication tables and handwriting worksheets, and I felt proud of myself.
