As I grew up I mentally grouped people that I met into two different categories. The first category was normal people, the kind of small town people that wear conservative clothes, have natural hair colors, and conform to their community. This category had little diversity, but it was my normal and I knew no different. Then there was the second category, the strangers, viewed as somewhat dangerous. These were the people that I saw in the big city with magnificent hair of all different shapes and colors, piercings, tattoos, spoke words I didn’t understand, and wore more than just t-shirts and jeans. This category had people of many colors, nations, and religions, people who had seen and done things I couldn’t imagine. My roommates, Marie and Jessica, opened my eyes in my first year of college. Both were from Washington D.C., Jessica spoke five languages and had lived in multiple countries while Marie’s mother came to America from a small village for a better life. I learned about their lives and found a new passion, a passion for the world and all the people it holds. I want to make a living bringing a passion for diversity to others. Short term, my goal is to learn a new language and live in another country. Long term, I want to teach and be an example of acceptance and diversity. I want to make a difference and diminish ignorance through properly educating youth that diversity is brilliant and noble.