My heart lies with the ones who often get overlooked: the kids labeled “difficult,” “slow,” or “not the study kind.” I’ve learned that the issue isn’t usually them. It’s the system, with its rigid standards and narrow definitions of success. So I spend my time reimagining how learning can feel more intuitive, more inclusive, more human. I’ve learned that teaching isn’t just about textbooks or tests, it’s about finding ways to connect. And sometimes, connection comes through creativity. That’s where art entered my life. Whenever I feel stuck, I reach for a paintbrush. That love began when a childhood friend dragged me to a zine fest last spring. I saw raw, unfiltered creativity; punk zines, comics, graphic narratives, and community conversations spilling across tables. I walked in curious and left transformed. Since then, I’ve been devouring books, sketching in journals, and exploring how art can be a form of education too. So, I guess I can call myself an Artist now?