Columbia University, USC, Boston University

The only sound my 13-year-old self could hear was that of powerful water droplets in the sink and the silver dishcloths rubbing the plates in that loathsome prison that was our kitchen. The insufferable air in the atmosphere established that neither me North Carolina, Melissa, and Isabella, my three little sisters, stood the mere presence of one another. In truthfulness, though, I was only pretending to be an unapproachable and efficient dishwasher obligated to wash the same dishes repeatedly (instead of being able to experience his new video game or Lego set). I was hiding the fact that my…