ART CLASSES
When I was growing up, I took a lot of art classes. Instead of wanting to be an astronaut or a baseball player, the dreams of most little boys, I wanted to be a cartoonist. When I was in fifth grade I won a D.A.R.E. poster drawing contest. I even ended up being second in the whole state. I even started college as an art major, though I had no idea what I wanted to do. I thought maybe I would consider graphic design. The supplies were so expensive. I had to buy cut tools, pencils, pens, all sorts of different kinds of paper, canvases, paints, brushes and all sorts of random things. It really added up, as did the amount of work hours required of each project. Add that to several three-hour studio art classes, and I had enough. I ended up in journalism, because I could still go the graphic design route through there if I decided. I had also always enjoyed writing, so it seemed like an obvious choice. It turned out that journalism was the perfect fit for me. I have poor study habits, so being able to write articles instead of taking tests suited me.
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