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Finally! The class of 2019 finished high school and we can all move on with our dreams. That day, my happiness shot up into space and revolved around the Earth so fast that it stopped moving it for a second. I was so excited for my college. I’d be moving from my cold state of Minnesota to Full Sail University, located in central Florida. I’ll be reaching my dream of becoming a novelist and screenplay writer for the entertainment industry. I want teenagers and young adults to hear my stories, and to inspire them with the stories I put forth. My life’s about to change before my eyes, especially at an accelerated school. My school runs year-round, super short breaks, and I graduate with a bachelor’s degree within twenty months. When I arrived in Florida and took classes in the first few months of July, August, and September, I knew I was living the dream. All the things I got to see on a film set, all the things I got to create in the art department, and all the things I learned from one special professor at my school about writing a complete story; all of it brought me to this point today. I have finished my first draft of my first novel ever! I can’t believe it, and I’m even setting up the prequel to that story right now. But something triggered me to write that novel, and with every success, there’s a suffering. October sped around the corner. New classes, another month in college, and a haunted house project that I’d be working on for a whole month. But outside of all that hard work, I dealt with something I’ve never experienced before. Back home, October was the month when I’d be pulling out my hockey gear and heading to the arena to suit up for Captains’ Practice. This was the month that I’d experience something severe, and it’s known as home sickness. This is my first school year where hockey isn’t a part of my life anymore. Hockey runs through my family’s blood. I have two older brothers and a younger sister who all play hockey, and my dad coached me while I grew up. When October hit, I saw my old teammates playing games again, and I saw Minnesota high schools firing up their teams for another year of hockey, and all I could do was cry and mope in my dinky little apartment in Florida, feeling trapped and depressed on the inside because I lost something that I truly loved. Hockey was life to me, and I knew I lost a loved one that month, but sacrifices are made while chasing a dream. It’s not like I could’ve played hockey in Florida; I didn’t have a car in college, my college only has gaming as a sport, and my gear is back at home. I did bring my skates down, but transportation is a problem. While I’m here in Florida, chasing a dream to inspire others through my writing, I couldn’t just sit there and watch my beloved sport fade away. I wanted to keep it in my life, I wanted to bring it back. So, I wrote a whole novel, mixing in my creativity of storytelling and my passion for hockey and created a hockey novel for teenagers. I want them to understand the depression I had after high school through my upcoming novel The Penalty. College isn’t easy for me. I’m 1,200 miles from home, I feel like I’m missing out on a lot, and I’ve lost my greatest sport of hockey. While I’m at college here, I’m actually switching my degree to online and will finish my writing degree online. I’ll be moving back home to get my car back, to get a writing job, and to play hockey again. But this scholarship is an opportunity I want to take. Anything that will help me become a stronger writer and to get my works out there to inspire others, I will do anything to reach that goal of mine, and nothing is rolling me off my tracks anytime soon.