Ever since I was a little boy, I was pampered and spoiled. Whenever there was a tough task in front of me, I knew that even if I give up nothing bad will happen, and my parents or someone in my family will help me out. While I knew I had what I see now as a terrible imperfection in the back of my mind at that time, I still lived a carefree life. Through out my high school years, I always knew there was someone to help me or there was time for me to correct my time, so I didnt worry. This same idea stuck with me during my stay at Buffalo. All those two years of partying and neglecting school work in Buffalo, finally caught up to me and made me realize that if I don't get my act together I will probably fall into a hole that I can never get out of. I also realized that now I am more than twenty years old, my parents can no longer do much for me other than to pay for things I cannot afford. If I continue on slacking off, my parents are just throwing away money that they earned. If I didn't right my wrongs, than no one can. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am a man who really isn't perfect, but I have woken up and realized where my imperfection is, and is now striving to be perfect.