I was an art student for the first 17 and a half years of my existence. I used carry my notebooks, sketchbooks, and pencils everywhere. I was obsessed with cars as a kid, that occupied the majority of my attention, but other than cars, I had a passion for drawing comics. I have a book of my three and four panels somewhere, I might upload some of my old art one of these days. But I think where I'm trying to go with this is why I stopped drawing and turned to writing instead. My goal going into high school was to be a comic book artist, I read a lot of Archie, and still have an entire roster of superheroes I haven't drawn. I took art, but that didn't go too well. A lot my friends were taking an animation class and seeing the kind of work they were doing, I wanted to try it out, and my sophomore year, I enrolled in animation 1. I loved it, and this new passion changed my attitude about school, my attendance improved and so did my GPA. So here comes Junior year, and my grade in animation 1 was good enough to get me into the advanced animation class, ROP Animation and animation 2. Junior year was easily my best year of high school. I got to spend 36 weeks in an emmy award winning studio with my best friends making an animated film, drawing, and telling jokes all day. I wished every school day never ended. While I was there, I met some people who had a real passion for art and animating, and I realized I didn't have that same passion. Some people know I didn't take animation my senior year, and the reason behind that was the blundering around that was the first half of high school. It wasn't a waste, I met a lot of new people that year, sometimes you have to be forced out your comfort zone a little bit. Now I'm nineteen, asking myself some of life's big questions, maybe you can relate. Not pursuing art after spending 17 and a half years of wanting to be an artist is a scary thing. I'll paint my picture with words.
