When I was four years old, I was adopted. I was in and out of foster care with my biological mother during the first three years. I ended up being adopted into farming, hard working, conservative, and Christian family. My parents are married and I have two older brothers and a sister. In high school, I was athletic. I was Homecoming Queen. I was popular. I was not on the super smart scale, but I was a decent student (starting my junior year). Then I went on to college. Well, that was a struggle, as I changed my major three times, partied hard, and definitely made terrible choices. Dropped out. Got a job as a CNA. Got married two years later. Marriage was rocky. I left. Came back. I started college at age twenty-three. Got my nursing degree, and started my first nursing job. And a few years later, ended up leaving my marriage again and our marriage ended in divorce this time. I started a new job during that time, working at a facility for adolescents that are sent by the legal system to our facility. I love my job. It is my passion. So now, I have a job that I love. I have a boyfriend that I love. I roof over my head and food in my refrigerator, so I'm doing alright.