Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

So I think I made one terrible mistake coming here. And by that I mean I have accidentally passed up my one obvious opportunity in life to reinvent myself. No one here knew me when I first arrived. See, I’ve just been portraying myself as Sam, the RE student-teacher who likes Doctor Who, aspires to be Laura Ingalls Wilder, and dances to the Footloose soundtrack alone in her room. Which is fine I guess, because it’s a more or less accurate description of me. But I can’t help feeling like I missed out on a fantastic opportunity to introduce myself to everyone as Pocahontas.