One day this past summer, I ripped a page out of a sketchbook, snatched my twenty-four pack of vibrant sharpies, and sat down to ponder what I was to accomplish for the coming school year. After three pieces of crumpled paper, satisfaction was finally achieved. Under the title “Ultimate Goals,” five bullet points represent what I want most; “be kind to everyone, read twenty-five books, make all A’s, be casted as Cinderella in the Spring production, and be accepted into Craft Academy.” Everyday when I wake up, I am greeted by this list that hangs on my wall, reminding me to be assiduous. Seven months ago, I opened the newspaper and came across a feature that showcased a girl from my school, congratulating her on her acceptance to the Craft