I was the baby whose presence everyone dreaded. I could not talk, or at least not in a language anyone could understand. So, of course, I resorted to being loud and obnoxious. Dribbling a basketball and elevating over bars is what pleasingly consumes my time. There were six prolonged months where that all was taken away from me. I agonizingly tore my ACL during a football game junior year and was devastated. Each day following the surgery slowly tore me apart, just like my ACL was forcefully ripped from my femar. I am an appreciative, healed high school senior who looks forward to a bright future. My admiration for math and science propelled me to the field of engineering. Eventually becoming a Boilermaker only seems fit. I am the hard-headed
