I'm writing a poem in a draft text message to one of my best friends; if he ever got ten text messages in a row from me, I apologize for that, I've been listening to a lot of Brother Ali lately and the flow's just been running through me, and the only thing around to write down what I was thinking was in a text. I assume I'll use this as my major performance for the class that I co-teach on spoken word poetry since I have yet to write anything else for it. I like it so far, it's got nice flow. Of course, I'm building up the suspense for those reading this in my class and others who want to hear it but will have to wait until after it's premiered in the class.

I know a lot about a little. Certain things come natural to me, like writing. It's something that I've loved to do ever since I was little-er. I remember my first story that I wrote was about a dream that I had and it was mixed with a lot of what I was going through at the time and Full House. Don't worry, the story has been saved in a few locations, one being my grandmother's locked cabinet, and the other being a binder in my room full of etchings and loose pieces of paper I've scribbled on throughout my life.

I took a writing class one summer, and it's too late at night to try and think about exactly what year it was, I was young when I took it, but in the class we got a beige notebook with blank paper inside where we wrote stories weekly and then get prompts during class. I wrote sequels to Star Wars and a story about my friends lost dog. Mason, who eventually came back.

In middle school I tried writing angst poetry, like every person that age does. But the only thing I can think that spurred my want to write poetry was my newly found love of rap music after my sister exposed me to MTV, because for a while my parents didn't want me watching it- true story.

I continued to write, adding jokes to my repertoire. Ever since I first started I haven't stopped. I have performed a few times at open mics, nothing too spectacular just yet. Though, if I were ever to use one of my old jokes it probably wouldn't have the same effect I thought it would have back in seventh grade.

In the summer going into freshman year of high school I took a class called: Comedy Sketch Writing. It changed my life forever. Not only did I meet one of my best friends ever, Kirk O., I also was exposed to sketch comedy. We were taught by Richard Goteri, who had a role in The Godfather, and more importantly wrote for Saturday Night Live's Weekend Update. He was a God to me. At the end of the course he gave us a pre-release of his book on improvisation, a book that I still have today here in Chicago; I refer to it every now and again.

I've written plays, sketches, poems, screenplays, short stories, long stories, etc...

In my junior year of high school I wrote a one act play that was put on by my high school, which was pretty cool. I got a lot of press for it and when I said that I didn't care about that, I really did, and it was probably evident. It was nice to be the star for a change.

In my senior year, when looking at colleges, one of the competing ones was Humber College in Toronto- I wanted to major in Comedy Sketch Writing.

Here I am though, DePaul University, and a Creative Writing major. I have my hands in a lot of different art styles and I can't wait to see where I go from here. I love writing. It's been in my life for just about as long as I can remember. Let a writer write, I say. I will continue to do so. That new blog I started about the PHN Cross Country team is one example of a place in time that I have to write about since it was so influential. I urge everyone to continue checking back in on the progress of that, I keep saying it but really, there were some absolutely hilarious moments.

Words, words, words. They are my bread and butter. The tools of my trade and so much more.