I'm a long time college student. Decided on a switch in majors late into my first choice, so by the time I finish my current degree I'll have close to 200 credit hours. Sick, I know. I'm going to likely earn a master's degree in Criminal Justice, quite a switch from my initial aim of a B.S. in Computer Engineering.

I'm a photographer. I submit to Alamy. Hopefully it's going to pay for my equipment upgrades. I also shoot for a number of magazines and bands, and contribute to the newspapers for my county and college.

I'm engaged. My fiance is wonderful. She's close to finishing law school, and then may be going on for a her masters degree.

I'm hopefully well on my way to becoming a police officer. I've taken a few rounds of interviewing and testing, and have seen an improvement in every single measure, which I'm personally very proud of.

I write because I have a lot going on in my mind. Certain things need to be said, but typically aren't because of the 'PC' crowd condemning everyone that speaks their mind. Other things are too interesting to keep under wraps, so it gets shared here. I'm not a writer by any means, but Helium allows me to keep my wits sharper so I'll continue putting down how I feel and what I think about the world.

My passion is ...

photography, lacrosse, hockey, and my girl

I know too much about ...

nothing. I can always learn more.

My parents always told me ...

I was a pain in the....

My childhood ambition ...

was to avoid getting grounded.

My favorite memory ...

is proposing to my fiance.

Why I write ...

I write when I'm bored, and when I have either something or NOTHING to say =)

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

varies on a daily basis, but usually involves photography or police

My first job ...

was something I still do to this day: snow removal

My best moment ...

happens too frequently to recount.

My inspiration ...

is my own personal secret. Get your own!

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Little League parents from hell

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Competition can be a wonderful thing. It can also be hell incarnate. In today's society, sports and competition have some parents so tightly wound, the games at hand seem to matter more to them than their children. Simply put: Children love playing. Whether it's a makeup game, an actual sport, with their friends, or by themselves. They love to play. Up to a certain age, they couldn't care less about the score at the end. They come off the field up a few or down a lot, and it never matters. All they care about is telling mom and dad how awesome they did. All of the "Did you see me ...

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