When I told my then art teacher I probably wasn't going to take anymore art classes the rest of high school because I didn't know if I could fit them in my schedule, she was disappointed at best. She told me I had talent. She told me I should stick with it. And being young and naive, I shrugged her off. To be honest, I still don't really think I'm amazingly talented in any way shape or form, but art is fun for me and I enjoy letting my creative juices flow. Besides, they say those who can't do, teach - and I'm bettering my education so I can do just that: teach.
Anyway, my 14 year old self walked out of that classroom never thinking I'd be back in the art world at all. I figured the most drawing I would do would be when I felt like it - which was rare. I usually had other things to occupy my time. Like seeing how high I could fling myself in the air over a bar and flirting with cute boys at school.
I am the oldest of four children. I have always been and will always be independent and headstrong. I'm argumentative, though I'm assuming as I age that part of my personality will begin to mellow. But being the oldest, I've helped to teach the younger sibs
I've been told plenty of times over the years that I should go into the field of teaching. I've been told by many, many people in unrelated incidents. But I was determined to major in dietetics. Teaching? Ha! I'm going to learn about food.
I must have been really convincing.
My high school German teacher kept trying to persuade me to take over for her when she retired. But I would have none of it. I was an exceptional German student with more than enough natural ability to efficiently teach the subject, but I was stuck on the food and nutrition without daring to budge.
Enter the first year of college.
Exit the idea of being a dietician.
Now here I am, a whole year has passed since I graduated from high school. Instead of 17 years of life experience I now have 19. And guess where I ended up?
Back in the world of art and instruction.
And guess what else?
I absolutely love it.
Haha, funny how it sometimes works out like that, isn't it? I've had the same thing happen to me with writing (only I'm just 15 instead of 19 XD).
ReplyDeleteGlad you're loving it!!
~Kendra
Sometimes you are meant to make a detour.
ReplyDeleteI had to decide at 16 years old where and more important what I wanted to do.I did many jobs. From hotelmanagment, caring for children and assisting in the hospital.
I am now 20 years old and I believe I found a job I could do my whole life. I'm very settled down in the field of nursing and love it.
Just someting inside screams I should so soething more creative. Maybe I will someday...
In the end everything turns out right!
You are a few steps ahead of me. My only kid will enter full time school in 2 years and I don't have a clue what I want to do with my extra time at that point. Agh...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog! I've never been to Northern Idaho in the fall. I am from Eastern Idaho, and it gets all dried up and dingey before August starts.