My name is Kathia. A name given to me by my aunt because I reminded her of an angel. However I do not live up to that name. I am stormy. I have messy hair, messy clothes, trashed soul, and even messier heart. In an attempt to make my life a little less grimy I moved back to my homeland, Puerto Rico, and enrolled in the Universidad del Sagrado Corazon. Here I attempt to pacify with the chaos in my bones by becoming a journalist and finding my truth while writing the truth, if that makes any sense. I want to become a writer for a fashion magazine because in my life fashion is the only constant, I do not want to speak for the other 7.5 billion humans but I am almost sure than more than 80% of us do not go out to the streets naked, so most of you guys would agree with me. So this is basically why I am in this class, of Informatica 103, laying out the bones for the structure that is my writing.