I had always believed that the right side of my brain was virtually nonexistent. Not literally, of course, but in the sense that my imaginative and expressive side was lacking. I possessed a love for structure and logic, deeply appreciating subjects like math and science where I could be as analytical as I wanted. Every concept was backed with secure reasoning, and the existence of a "right answer" comforted me. But with the arts and humanities, I was lost in a world of words, sounds, and images blurred into indistinct boundaries. There were too many possibilities and not enough solutions. In art class, my stick figures were lopsided. Faced with a writing assignment, I struggled for meaningful words to portray my thoughts. Frustrated and disheartened, I resigned myself to the idea that I could only excel in subjects that required logical thinking.

Yet, I soon discovered that I had hobbies that did not exactly concur with my analytical side. I appreciated fashion. In my free time, I played a house design game, spending hours maximizing the aesthetic appeal of different furniture and various color schemes. I even painstakingly wrote short stories, relishing in my ability to create an alternate world different from my own.

I realized I had been closed minded in my approach to learning. Manipulation of equations into other forms demanded thinking that was imaginative in nature. Finding explanations for the chemical properties of certain substances required creative approaches. Structure and order in writing was what often made it fluid and elegant. Beauty in art could be attributed to ideal proportions or symmetrical balance. Even in history, similar patterns and themes emerged from any time period.

My creative and logical sides are not distinct entities. They function most effectively together, extending my capability for deeper understanding of subjects.