Learning Profile Paper
Kate Hugo
I may not know my purpose yet, but I can surely answer my purpose for attending college (or more specifically CRCA). I knew why when I was first ushered into the middle school cafeteria and handed a key in the form of essays and interviews. It was a simple thought really, I wanted this. I wanted this so bad not even a monkey's love for its favorite fruit could compare, so I snatched up my pencil and wrote. I wrote despite my parent's hesitance and my own fear. All of this is what helped me shove through with my shoulders covered in debris and my mind racing faster than a Mazda fit with sticky tires. That brings me back to why . Why did I go through all of this? It's even simpler than doing or saying. When I grabbed my pencils, and papers the thought dancing through my head was "this is it. This is it and I need to go there, work my tail off, and get away ." It's not the best thought, but even so, it's a thought.
Despite all of this, there is no doubt that what truly drove me to pick up my pencil was a strong urge to prove and escape. My escape laid with education with its oaks and cedars, hopefully, up north. To tie it all together, the only way to get there is to become a wildlife biologist. It all ties together, escape equals outside, outside equals college and finally, college equals biology, which , amazingly, biology equals outside so there's one step forward, right? It feels like some master plot by some villain, but now I'm just waiting to see who plans on stopping it in its tracks (or maybe this will play out like Megamind where I could end up stopping myself?). It all ties together with my plan to escape. By escaping, I'm proving that I'm not a useless dunce and that it's not worth it to look me over only to forget that I am someone with a bonfire for thoughts.  It's not all that surprising that almost nobody but myself and those hurling rocks ha s pushed me this far. Perhaps I'm skipping over the few that let me run wild and pushed me further than any rock or thought could, but it's a fact. After Intermediate, I was alone for all but a few friends crawling along beside me, even if some of those friends treated me worse than I could have thought they would. After all, all but two at most treated me like a human being and the other three I never really saw much, and it still all connects. I know for a fact, always a fact, that I would not be here if I hadn't dropped into the abyss.  
There is , of course, a start, where the fall began. I had to be somewhere before the plunge after all. Now I'm not going to lamely start with "it all began" but it really did all begin in 3 rd grade where I hung out with new kids and played war games while also trying to start a musical revolution with Lion King 2. Of course , things get sour, but I was naive and young. I hadn't changed much when I started 4 th grade and returned to old friends. I spent most of my time aspiring to be an artist while chasing after other people that wanted nothing to do with someone like me. However, out of everyone, my teacher supported me the most (so much, she was amazing there is no doubt there) when I was beginning to struggle. I barely knew basic multiplication and was slow to understand mostly everything that hadn't managed to escape my interests.
It all makes sense considering I'm a very complicated person. I need to know all the ends and outs; kinks and quirks of something before I fully understand it and simply being told what and not how drove me through a wall. Many walls in truth. It didn't help that my memory was horrid , no matter how hard I tried to fill the gaps