MAYFIELD, KIMBERLY BRYNN

[KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; padding:10px;] ignore this here [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:200px; height:300px; overflow:auto; vertical-align:top;] kimberly b. mayfield, 20, sophomore, fine arts, photography, rue diamond , my life is nothing special, really. i grew up in new jersey with two parents and an older brother. i learned things at a normal pace, got decent grades, had some friends. i wasn't spectacular in any way. well, until art class in about third grade. i showed exceptional skill in art. whatever medium they gave me, i managed to impress them and draw with a skill far beyond my age. and i liked art too, which made it even better. i had a skill i actually liked. i was a brilliant artist at the age of 8. even though i was like my parents' little prodigy, they loved my older brother. they always bragged about his exceptional grades to people, always bragged about his performance in his sports games. i was young, but i still was upset by it. so little by little, i just began acting out. if my parents wanted me to do one thing, i did another. when i hit high school, when they wanted me to work my ass off studying, i went out with friends. i mean, i am a good kid, i just don't want to be what they want because i know i'll always be compared to my older brother. i do my own thing. they wanted me to focus more on my academics, so i picked up photography. i had a knack for the arts, so why couldn't i explore it? i also decided that was when i would start partying. not hard, just to bother them. i was out being reckless when they wanted me to study. i got in trouble often, but not serious trouble. i brought home boyfriends they didn't like, friends they liked even less. at first i had believed it was all to spite them, but then i realized these were honestly just things i liked. i wasn't going to be their ideal daughter. i was my own person. they weren't extremely happy when i decided to go to columbia, but they knew i was at least going for something i would work for, so they let me go. i didn't really let loose when i got to chicago, but i didn't hold back either. i explored the city, made new friends and went to parties. i flirted with guys i knew they wouldn't like and stayed out until all hours of the night. i'm not going to be 20 forever, so why waste my life sitting in a dorm? besides, it's not like i'm whoring myself around. in fact, i'm talking to someone right now. i don't sleep around, i prefer relationships. emmy -- 17 -- idk a million years -- i want a calzone.