Music has the power to heal and help in more ways than one could even begin to imagine. It has healed and helped me more often than I could say. I have a deep passion for music, in all forms. Whether it be opera, a genre that I currently study at Ohio Wesleyan University, or worship music, which has driven my faith on a never-ending path of new thoughts and ideas that have made me into the Interfaith loving, community volunteer junkie, can’t-say-no-to-singing-or-anything-artsy-really type of person. Starting in high school with a music director that I hated at the time that I now see that she molded me and gave me a love for music that I could not have gotten without her. To college, where at any point when I meet someone new, I get to say for the thousandth time that I am a Vocal Music Performance major at OWU planning to go to graduate school with a double masters in Vocal/Opera Performance and Arts Administration and it never gets old. If I could earn a living being an artist and helping to improve the arts by sitting behind a desk, running a company or just teaching someone how to sing a scale, I would do it for the rest of my life. And actually, that is what I plan to do and has been my plan since I was a three-year-old standing in front of my TV singing everything from R&B music to commercial jingles.