college just made more sense...
as a shorty i knew the environment in which i cohabited restrained my creative expression. speaking with my mom's today, she revealed how my dad (as in step-dad) finally got it; me! it took 8 years & some months for him to realize that i didn't need psychiatric evaluation as he frequently prompted, i just didn't fit into the southern slomo traditons of the south. i'm highly animated and random in thought & my struggles to actually find an institution that fought to cultivate my talents finally registered with pops. boy was he proud when i crossed that stage on mother's day. now, i know i still don't fit in, but i don't stick out as much. so thank you Columbia for making me appear somewhat normal to someone whom means so much....