I thought I knew what I wanted to be but I figured it wasn't logical or a good thing to do. I was forced by my mother to go to catholic school and I soon realized I might be an atheist. My parents told me, I would die poor and I quickly figured I wanted to be like my dad and be an engineer, I originally wanted to be a painter and that to my parents was considered a failure. I would say I fit in the 5th stage of Erickson's psychosocial development identity vs. role confusion. I Struggled to find who I was but in the end, I realized who I wanted to be. If I could go back I would tell myself to get a haircut, focus more on school than girls, get ready for acne, and no matter what happens to keep pushing through. Overall the advice I would tell myself is that everything will work itself out in the end. Not the proudest times of my life but things eventually got