My interest in becoming a performer began at a young age. My youth was filled with MC Hammer dance moves, visions of winning Ed McMahon's Star Search, and lengthy letters to the Mickey Mouse Club for audition purposes. Things changed as I got older. I don't know if it was because Mickey never replied or if it was the stack of late payment notices my single mother constantly received, but I soon decided to seek something more stable. Many Americans are the same. Far too many would rather work loathsome jobs for a chance at "job security" than to boldly venture toward discovering purpose and fulfillment. It took a while, but eventually my pursuit of happiness led me to UCSD. Inside the stony walls of Galbraith Hall I found a tribe of creati...