I bleed for basketball. My mind has been set that I want my life to be basketball, and I work so hard that my fingertips crack open and bleed at the seams. I picked up the ball in the summer of seventh grade, I wasn´t good but I still tried out for the team come 8th grade season, because I knew I loved basketball. I was the last person to be cut, and for the first time I couldn´t hold back my tears. Ever since then I have worked on my craft, even though I just dribbled for hours in my basement, I taught myself drills, combos, and I never let anyone else´s opinions hinder my dream. I have always been the one who believes in my dream and everyday I improve, learning discipline and technique, I watch straight film of everyone from North Carolina Jordan to prime Shaq. I want more than anything to play college ball, and while I was foolish in letter my academics slip, I am more focused than ever to prove I am worthy.