By the age of seven, I had already found my passion. It all started on a late Saturday night after weekend chores when I watched my mother unload tons of old clothes from our apartment attic. My eyes beamed at the sight of the vibrant patterns of golds, turquoises, and magentas waiting to be worn. The minute my mother turned her back, my hand reached for the worn out jeans at the corner of the pile and I hurried to...

If there were anything I could change about my application during...