I use a thin pen with a key on the tip of the pen. I've constantly got it besides me at all times, ready to attain information or mark the date. I walk the streets with a navy blue umbrella in one hand, and a tastelful bag with a photo from Life magazine on my arm, the former my sword and the latter my shield as I walk an apathetic plane under a gray sky, while I keep affections and concerns in my mind until I feel they're powerful enough to write about. I'm an artist, I'm compassionate, I analyze, and I sympathize. And I believe that compromises are possible. They always should be, and I can work to make it possible. People tell me I'm going to be a great lawyer someday. I really want to show people that I brim with concern and care to actually make a change and resolve matters. I understand how it feels to be pathetic and in need of help.... From my past I understood the feeling as though I was trapped, drowning in tears as the world moved on treating certain things that should be considered without second thought and moving on. But I'm past that now. I grow ever clearer, ever more thoughtful and cautious, keeping gaurd both night and day. I know that there's a way and human right to redemption and forgiveness is a virtue, for the accuser and the victim. The stupidest of us never forget and never forgive. The Naive of us forget and forgive. But the Wiser of us forgive and try our hardest to not forget. That's why I write. To point them out and call attention, with all due respect. So.... If you're a Hofstra Admissions officer, keep watch on me *Lol*.