I would consider myself as a troublemaker child since I had kept moving from time to time and it became difficult to make friends, especially keeping in touch with them. Once I began the fourth grade, my homeroom teacher became someone who would occasionally motivate my doodling habits as long as it wasn't distracting me from classwork. I remember the joy I felt when she bought me my first sketch pad. I wasn't expecting it from someone who wasn't a family member. She motivated me to work harder on my assignments since she believed that I could become somewhat of an artist as an adult. I could say I try hard to be the artist she believed I could be, but mostly the artist I know I can be.