I never originally intended on attending college at all, but the morning of my high school graduation my grandparents took me out around town. After weighing pros and cons on laptops, my pawpaw picked one up, handed it to me and said, “Here, this will help you in college”. He knew I hadn’t applied anywhere, but I was the first person in all of my family to graduate high school and he wanted me to go. When my pawpaw tells you to do something, directly or indirectly, you do it (though I would appear the only one to actually do what he says). My grandfather was a marine, he served three tours in Vietnam. I love him, he is my absolute favorite person the walks (tries to walk) this earth. So when he asks me to do something, I do it.
I started college with an undeclared major, it was rather awkward, professors and fellow students looked at me like I wouldn’t last, like I didn’t know what I was doing with my life, but college seemed like the right idea at the time. Since, I didn’t yet know what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing, I started out taking academic classes, which I enjoyed and excelled in. With the way perquisites work for most majors, I would have to declare one soon to save my time in Troy. So I sat down with my catalog browsing through all the majors Troy had to offer. I highlighted interesting subjects like Environmental Science, History, Early Childhood Education; I highlighted many diverse interests. I ended up choosing Print Journalism with a contract in Public Relations because since my dream for working for Nasa will brutally murdered, I had wanted to move into advertising and that was as close as I could get.
A degree in Print Journalism required knowledge of photography. So the very next semester I started my degree by taking Photo 1, Technologies in Journalism, and by jointing the school Newspaper. Technologies was an enjoyable class, it briefed over Microsoft and Adobe programs I would later on be using. I had never had the slightest interest in photography, and in-fact detested it to a degree because everyone that can afford a camera considers themselves photographers. Writing for my school newspaper made me realize how much I would hate being a journalist. So needless to say, I dropped the major I never officially declared.
The next semester I went back to finishing my academics while I figured out what my major would be. I kept in touch with the photography professor and he worked with me to help figure my life out. In case you’ve never experienced it, college can be very stressful. At this time in our lives our society expects us to, overnight, change from an immature child to a decision making adult. My photo professor, Bob, helped me cope. Every interest I expressed he helped me explore and weighed the pros and cons of choosing to live my life exploring that interest.
At this same time I had a job working at a theater, two of my coworkers shared a major. For one of them, this would be her second degree. They said she was scared of growing up and leaving Troy and leaving behind the boy she’d been in love with for five years, the boy that couldn’t find it in him to love her back. The other girl with this major was a good friend, an honest, good-hearted human being. Girl number one saw no problem with this major because to be honest, she really had no interest, it showed in her senior thesis. Girl number two was very passionate. She lived and breathed her major. Every night she would come to work in tears because of a very harsh professor. She would describe her projects to me and in these descriptions, I found love. I couldn’t help but crave to do the homework she was assigned. It was a magical feeling and the perfect solution for the confused twenty-year-old me.
I looked through my college catalog and found this program. I had overlooked it because I didn’t now what it was, I didn’t know what type of jobs it landed. Right after I had made this discovery the time for picking the next semester’s classes had approached. With all the joy I had, I signed up for the beginning classes to graphic design. I explored all types of art; 3D, 2D, the history. I enjoyed my work and expanded it. I now build/refurnish all of my furniture. I have created all of the artwork in my home and continue to do so outside class. Winter and Summer breaks are time for my own projects.
As for my minor, it is required that I have one. It originally started out as Photography. Mostly because I had such a wonderful professor, but he soon retired and couldn’t finish my classes with him. The new professor had moved things around and I won’t be able to finish the program, nor do I care to with all that is new. So I changed my minor to Political Science. It’s a huge interest, and it feels right.
I finally feel like I know where my life is going. I know what I want to do and who I want to be. It fascinates me how everything fell into place. I look forward to my life as a designer.artist and all that I am to create. I hope you all find your calling and the relief/happiness that it brings!
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Right now I have the opportunity to stay in the college town for another year or simply just another semester. This summer I will be flying across the country to do an internship in California. After that I only have two on-campus classes I have to take. Should I choose to, I can take the rest of my classes online while working/living somewhere that is not here. The plan was to do just that while living in Florida. It would be a start on a life away from where I am now, which is already a start on a new life away from where I was.
The problem with the plan is I have a good friend that is currently living with her brother and his girlfriend. She’s a good friend, one I expect to keep for life. Our leases expire around the same time and we were looking at apartments together. While I would love to be her roommate, I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to, mostly because my job stresses me out beyond all measures.
So, any advice? Stay in this tiny college town until I graduate, but while living with an awesome roommate? Or get out, find a job in Florida, and an apartment on the beach? I still haven’t made up my mind yet, but I know in time I’ll know.
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I have neglected my blog since June, forgive me, it was a long semester. I had a semester full of major, minor, and elective classes that took control of my life, but I quite enjoyed it. It was nice to come out alive. Originally I was going for my Bachelors in Fine Art but, the head of my department talked my into graphic design and I have absolutely fallen in love. How did I not not know about this program earlier?
I’m enjoying my major and looking forward to another hardcore semester of graphic design classes. I only have two more of these hardcore semesters and one soft semester before I flip my tassel and throw up my cap again. To be completely honest, I never wanted to go to college. It was never in my future, but upon high school graduation my grandfather made it very clear that he wanted me to go, I was the first in my entire family to graduate high school and the first on my dads side to attend college. I was already getting bored of not spending countless hours in a classroom anyways. So I applied for college about a month before starting. And how happy am I that I did. I have not only made amazing grades at my university, but I have enjoyed it, not the college experience part, I’m not the partying type, but learning and the honor of fantastic grades; this part I have quite enjoyed. During your freshman and sophomore years in college it is hard to imagine that one day you will have the joy of being paid doing something you love, of not having a job you call work. But this time next year I will, and it is frighteningly exciting.
Another update, recently my mother scored a job in California, just outside of Los Angeles. She has already put her current house up for sale and my family will be moving across the country January the 6th. While I am happy for her, I am also quite frightened. While she has previously lived in New York, and other places, she has never really done so on her own and I am more worried of her living in such a foreign area to us then I am living alone in Alabama. I’ve been researching a decent town for her to live in, but her options either have horrible crime rate and poor education for my sister, or bizarrely expensive housing. I understand she would like to get out of Alabama after living here for about twenty years, but I’m afraid of her living so far away.
As for me, I have the option to leave my small college town this time next year, and I plan on it, but she would like me to pack my bags and move out there with her and I’m thinking that is just not the life for me. Don’t get me wrong, I have been to Los Angeles, but as lovely as it is, it is not somewhere I would ever want to live. I feel my place is in the South. This time next year I hope to move to Mobile, or somewhere around Gulf Shores. I know how it sounds too, the young Twenty-two year old moving to the beach? Yes, that is exactly what I want. I grew up poor in north Alabama, I saw three different oceans with different opportunities. The college I attend is a decent 1 1/2 – 2 hours away from the beach, I go often and am completely in love. I’m sorry, but I cannot resist. If I can get a job there, I’m taking it. I have been dodging hurricanes all of my life, I can handle that aspect. I have been extremely responsible with handling my finances, taking care of myself, and having good judgement, I’ll be fine. It is almost time for this bird to fly!
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Since I haven’t posted a blog in so long I have decided to review a movie I watched last night/this morning: Les Miserables. This isn’t my forte so don’t expect much.
I was required to read this in high school. In French, I should mention. Torture to the wild teenage soul. I didn’t think much of it back then, but now I see how truly great and meaningful a piece it is, it’s importance to history and Literature.
As for the actual movie, my opinions are quite diverse. On one hand, the actors, all of them, we’re truly magnificent! Bravo to those talented souls! On another, just because it’s a musical doesn’t mean that everything said has to be sung, that got annoying. Also, most of the actual songs sang were not too memorable. Of course Anne Hathaway’s ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ was truly stupendous and the best! There were other pieces that stood out such as the opening song, ‘Look Down’. Besides that it wasn’t much for music. I’d have to say that Sweeney Todd had better lyrics than Les Mis. But that’s my opinion.
Overall, was it a good movie? Yes. Was it worth two and a half hours of my time? Sure. Would I recommend it? I feel everyone should see it. Would I watch it again? Maybe in parts.
I don’t wish there had been more French speaking in the film, or any, I’m not sure i remember hearing any French besides common words anyone could pick up on. French really is a beautiful language.
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Tonight I thought I would share my first memory. Before I do I should let you know I was born and raised in the Bible Belt. Don’t let that fool you, that doesn’t mean I’m a judgmental, ‘Bible thumping’ Christian. Don’t get me wrong, Christianity is a very beautiful religion, I love it and I very much enjoy reading my Bible, it warms me. I personally believe in all paths to God.
I also don’t believe in discriminating religions.
Also, please don’t think everyone in the Bible Belt is the stereotypical, insanely judgmental Jesus freak, we do have quit a variety of Christians, most of whom are very good, kind-hearted people.
On with the memory!
My mom had my older sister when she was 17 and she had me at 18, she raised us on her own. Naturally in our area, she was raised Christian and she tried to incorporate this in us as well. When I was 3 and my sister was 4, my mother took us to this huge, well-known church. It was so well-known, in fact, that it was one of those churches on local television.
My sister was always the trouble maker and I always went along with her, so sometime after the ceremony began we decided to wonder off. At first this was just walking around exploring the giant church full if people. Then we started acting up…. We went skipping along down the rows of people filled pews, in and out of the other rooms in the church. We decided to explore the choirs area, which by the way they thought we were freakin’ adorable; two rotten blonde (almost white) haired, blue eyed girls acting up in church. A few times we even dared to skip down the aisle our mom was sitting in, she reached for us, she just couldn’t grab hold of us. I must add, this all took place whilst the ceremony was still going on and the attention was suppose to be on the minister. Needless to say, it was one of the most embarrassing nights of her life.
As if we didn’t catch enough attention in the church we decided it would be fun to skip along up the steps to the stage in front, where everyone was suppose to be paying attention. We sat our little tushes on the couches up there, kicking our feet just as hard as we could. We even dared to face the minister himself by greeting him and standing beside him in the front, acting up. Of course he just laughed, he was a sweet man.
Sometime after our stage performance, we skipped down the aisle of our mother once more, but this time she did get a good grip on us. And unlike all of the other people in the church just tickled by our little act, our mother was stark mad. She drug us out of the church as politely as she could ( this was back when she still had an ounce of patience left). She got us outside and as soon as the door hit the frame, her hand came down on our butts for the first of many strikes. Needless to say, she never took us to church again and we were, to some extent, raised without a religion. It’s hard to be from the Bible Belt and say you were raised without a religion. At some point or another you catch a good bit of Jesus.
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