Cemented to that timeworn chair, I hoped and I prayed that my fourth grade English teacher wouldn't call on me, yet again, today. Being the teacher's pet sounded less than enjoyable. The bell rang, the students fled the room. I was last out, as usual, when Mrs. Radford called my name. "Savannah, wait," she said, "you have a gift. You are going to be a writer; I can just feel it. If you would simply give into it, I would be delighted to help you get there." I heard and ignored this spiel annually; English teacher after English teacher. It wasn't that I wasn't fond of writing; quite frankly, I adored the art. I guess sometimes in life it just takes a while before you can see yourself in the same light as others do. So, years later, here I am; I'm studying psychology and attending writing workshops. I have been commended by many for my writing skills and decided it was time to broaden my horizons and offer my services in any way that I can. Some may see writing as their profession but I see it as an absolute passion and lifestyle. If I can bring my passion to a place that meet yours, I think that we could make something beautiful.