Back in my fourth- and fifth-grade glory days, you’d catch me at my desk, masterminding a prolific and perhaps illegal bubble art empire that catered to the finest bespoke requests, all crafted with vibrant crayons and markers. My mission? To satisfy my insatiable craving for cafeteria ice cream. Let’s just say I reigned supreme as the pint-sized tycoon of Martin Luther King Jr. Elementary walking through the cafeteria with my abundance of quarters and a mountain of frosty treats.
Undergrad Major: Criminal Justice