Passion for Drawing & Construction

Construction

My mother is an English teacher at Bishop Kenny High School in Jacksonville. And my sisters and I were sent there because my parents both graduated from that school. So, it had become a family tradition that we study in the same schools as they did, but college was our choice. Not that we got a choice in whether or not we wanted to attend, but we got to pick the college we wanted to attend. I was the youngest of four children. And the last one still in high school. My eldest sister, Johanna, moved to Australia after graduating with her Bachelor’s in Marine Biology; my second eldest sister, Elsa, became a painter and is now traveling through Europe; my older sister, Vanessa, is in New York studying at Parson’s; and I’m the undecided one still in high school. I had no idea what I wanted to study. I had never been able to answer the “Where do you see yourself in five years?” question. And honestly, I just feel like I might need a break from school.

I have always been Daddy’s little girl. I heard my Mom telling my grandmother that my Dad is the reason I’m undecided about my future. See, all my sisters followed in my mother’s footsteps. They were all organized, had clear motivations and drives, meanwhile, I was watching Ed, Edd & Eddy on Cartoon Network. The only thing I really liked to do was draw. I drew landscapes, buildings, Anime, and eyes. I have a fondness for drawing eyes. Why? I’m not entirely sure. I think it has to do with my desire to capture the depth in eyes. I like to be able to capture a moment of sadness, joy, anger or angst that shows up in a person’s eyes. I get my drawing talents from my father. He showed me how to draw at a young age and I’ve taken to it. My father is in the construction business and he works for Albertelli Construction as an architect. I’m not entirely sure that being an architect is for me, but I do like drawing. Although, I’m not sure I want to pursue a career with something that I enjoy doing as a hobby. I’m afraid the passion will deteriorate, and then I won’t even have my artistry.

I’ve spoken to my sister Elsa, but she is hardly available. Plus, our talents are different. She started drawing murals and I only draw sporadically. Elsa is a painter and an accomplished artist. And I’m like the ugly duckling, except I’m not sure that I’m going to grow into a more accomplished person. My Mom is pushing me to pursue a career in art because she thinks that’s where I’ll strive. But, I think graphics would be a better way to channel my passion into something that won’t tarnish my passion for drawing. Thinking about it, it makes total sense to pursue a career in graphics because I have the eye for detail. I am a capable artist. I’m quite savvy with a computer.

After speaking to my Mom and Dad about graphic designing, and they think I should take some online courses and see how I like them. I start my first set of classes on Saturday because they don’t want me to let my high school studies falter in the wake of my new burning desire. I hope it sticks because I’m not sure what else I could do. I could become an interior designer, but unless people want walls covered with One Direction posters I’m not sure I’d be very good at it. So, keep your fingers crossed for me! I would hate to be a disappoint in a family that has found success in everything they have pursued. Maybe I’m meant to stumble, but I refuse to be the black sheep who just does not fit in.

Leaving Your Mark

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48042159_sI had just graduated from college when I got promoted to marketing manager at the marketing firm I worked for in Miami. I graduated with my marketing bachelor’s from the University of Miami. I worked through my college years to pay part of the tuition while my parents paid for the other half. They didn’t want me to take out loans because they didn’t want me to be in debt. Plus, my Dad always said that the financial aid program was a scam anyways.

I had been with the marketing company for about two years before they promoted me from marketing assistant. It felt good to get recognition for the effort that I had put in. It was an especially proud moment for me because I was a full-time student and a full-time employee. About a year later, I got word of a new position that was opening up in Atlanta, Georgia. I interviewed for the position, and I got the job. I was happy, but sad at the same time. I was going to be a state away from my family and friends. And I was going to have start anew in a whole new world. But, I was ready for the challenge!

I contacted a bunch of movers, but the only ones that really stuck out were Top Notch Movers. They gave me the best quote, and the guy I spoke to, Mike, was genuinely nice and made me feel like I was more than just a customer. I packed my own things because I found out I could save a little money that way. It was fun to rummage through my possessions. I found old yearbooks, my blanky from when I was five years old and my Spider-Man action figures.

49478985_sI said my goodbyes, and I headed up to meet the movers in Atlanta. They were there before I was and they had already unloaded the truck. Once I opened the doors to my apartment, it was no time before they had brought all the boxes in and helped me unpack. I phoned my parents to let them know I was safe and sound, and I set to making my apartment homier.

The next day, I began my first day of work and everyone was very welcoming. They actually brought out a cake at lunch because it was my birthday and they had got word from the Miami office about my birthday. I think I’m going to love working here.