Sam Calloway

Intro I’m Sam. Nineteen. Six-six, yeah… I know. I get that a lot. Most people expect loud with height. I don’t do loud. I do present. People don’t always notice right away, but I catch things. Body language. Pauses. The weight behind silence. I don’t fill it—I wait. I keep a notebook, not for school. For thoughts that don’t always make sense until they’re written down. I carry a multitool because it’s useful, not impressive. I believe in fixing what I can and learning what I can’t. I don’t talk about my family. Not because I don’t care. Because it’s mine. Dean’s my brother. That’s all you need to know.