I think I've gone to this point may times. But the college years are very confusing. At the point where you think that just maybe you've figured your life out, or atleast a direction, something changes that.
When I decided to go to school, for cosmetology, I was eager. But that was 8 months prior to actually being accepted. I think now, looking back, I should have just moved on. But curiosity got ahold of me. There were things that were far more interesting, one being studying aboard. The hardest part about turning down that opportunity was that I had dropped out of cosmetology school a couple weeks prior to the trip. It was frustrating. I think that was the moment I regretted ever going.
I think now I'm a bit more calm about the situation. Although I have $1,900 worth of loans to pay back for an education I didn't like, or enjoy. But that is the price you pay for going out on a limb.
Two years ago I attended an orientation or open house for a school in Ventura, CA. I was first approached by this school in what would have been my senior year in highschool (I had graduated the August before my senior year.)
I've often thought about why I didn't go. Was it the money? Was it the distance? Was it Nathan? But in the end it was a good decision for one reason: it was the wrong path. The program I was looking into was Visual Jounalism. The one type of photography that I'm shy about. It's the "there is an event grab your camera" kind of photography. Something you're born to do. I don't think that's my forte to be honest.
Brook's Institute of Photography has two campuses in California. Santa Barbara, and Ventura. Santa Barbara is primarily photography, while Ventura is a mixed media type of campus offering video, journalism, and design.
I was sitting next to my bookshelf, tossing papers, magazines, just random objects that possed no value. I came to my Brook's "booklet". It was basically a file folder with various course introductions. I looked through it with every intention of throwing it away. But as I glanced through the "Professional Photography" booklet, my heart skipped a beat.
I just sat there wondering why it seems so impossible.
When I decided to go to school, for cosmetology, I was eager. But that was 8 months prior to actually being accepted. I think now, looking back, I should have just moved on. But curiosity got ahold of me. There were things that were far more interesting, one being studying aboard. The hardest part about turning down that opportunity was that I had dropped out of cosmetology school a couple weeks prior to the trip. It was frustrating. I think that was the moment I regretted ever going.
I think now I'm a bit more calm about the situation. Although I have $1,900 worth of loans to pay back for an education I didn't like, or enjoy. But that is the price you pay for going out on a limb.
Two years ago I attended an orientation or open house for a school in Ventura, CA. I was first approached by this school in what would have been my senior year in highschool (I had graduated the August before my senior year.)
I've often thought about why I didn't go. Was it the money? Was it the distance? Was it Nathan? But in the end it was a good decision for one reason: it was the wrong path. The program I was looking into was Visual Jounalism. The one type of photography that I'm shy about. It's the "there is an event grab your camera" kind of photography. Something you're born to do. I don't think that's my forte to be honest.
Brook's Institute of Photography has two campuses in California. Santa Barbara, and Ventura. Santa Barbara is primarily photography, while Ventura is a mixed media type of campus offering video, journalism, and design.
I was sitting next to my bookshelf, tossing papers, magazines, just random objects that possed no value. I came to my Brook's "booklet". It was basically a file folder with various course introductions. I looked through it with every intention of throwing it away. But as I glanced through the "Professional Photography" booklet, my heart skipped a beat.
I just sat there wondering why it seems so impossible.
2 comments:
someone once said that Sunday's are the most segregated/isolated day in America.
white people go to white church. black people to black. hispanic, chinese, and so on.
i think that there are lots of people your age that have similar feelings as you.
i want to be a part of helping people connect in a meaningful church community. sigh, someday... hopefully soon.
Hi Whitty, I came across your blog by (2) different individuals from California. I'd have to say even though your just starting out the beginning of your adult life, it seems that you're reflective, a truth seeker and a ponderer! This in itself is refreshing, however this post does sadden me. Not because I can't relate, but just that I know you're not alone in your thoughts. I suppose my husband and I (I came to know Jesus when I was your age, after a pretty rough road and it was full of loneliness, not necessarily because I was alone) definately think and are convinced that to walk a life with Jesus is more then just about Sunday, and also not about going to a place. However, it is about fellowship and family and our place is with the lost, lonely, abandoned and the forgotten. I think I might be rambling a bit, but I'm praying that you find someone who is in the same place (spiritually) who can be of encouragement and comfort even if it's a phone call on Sunday's. Anyway, I think you're talented more on a fine art graphic sense (which I also can relate to) stick with it, even if its something that used as an outlet. I hope to continue a dialogue with you. In HIM - Heather
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