I have been blessed with a home,an iphone, a chance for an education, food, water, and the financial stability that a white, middle class family has to offer in the bustling city of San Francisco. And I am extremely grateful for all the opportunities and gifts given to me. But sometimes I long for more. When I grow up I don’t want what most girls my age talk about: a husband and a family and a house and an amazing body and money that I can spoil myself and my children with, I don’t want any of that. I want to make a difference. No, not the cheesey “difference” that Disney Channel tries to brainwash the youth with; when a cute little girl unites her high school and falls in love with her best friend sort of difference. I want to change the world on some scale, but I just feel so insignificant. This may sound melodramatic, but I feel ‘stuck’ in an on-going cycle. The cycle of: be born-have a dream- grow up- have kids- settle for something less than your dream. I don’t want to be a name on a family tree no one can remember. I want to leave the world having made a mark.