Being in Graphic Arts and Design

First time

I decided to start college as early as possible because I was excited about being in the Graphic Arts and Design class. I did start my classes at Keiser towards the end of June, but didn’t start my major course until August. Still, that’s an early start. I was excited yet nervous. I came into class early that day, there was only three people in there. If I remember clearly they go by the names of Karlie, Rob, and Marcus. Just three individuals sitting around one computer watching anime videos. I did not approach them for I was shy, but they were kind enough to introduce themselves. I sat in front of a computer, then a few minutes later, a girl, similar to myself walked in. Her name was Hannah, she sat next to me we talked, and another girl, Macayla came in. The three of us clicked. And managed to get along so well. Those two were the one of the reasons why I enjoyed my first month, Intro to Graphic Arts.

As the months pass

One thing that I found different was how the course worked. There were two professors, Mr. Williams and Ms. Percy, and every month there were new students added. I tried to figure out how everyone’s scheduled worked, but everyone was different. There was no particular order of how you had to take the courses. I am just satisfied with my scheduling. As the months passed I became more and more comfortable with people. And made more friends. What I realized is that each individual I befriended was different from one another. Which I’m perfectly fine with. I love weird. Everyone is even from different age groups. What sucked as time passed, is that you watch people come and go. My friend Hannah being an example, is already gone. I’ll be leaving shortly as well. I wish the course lasted a bit longer, I want to continue learning. Even though I’ve been stressed out, I still love this class. The professors make learning fun, and every day we share laughs.

What to do

I am in this course because I am still unsure of what I desire as a career choice. Every month is something new. That’s why I’m here, to figure out what interests me the most. I love photography! Most of us do here. But what will happen after I’m done with the course? I own a camera, I want to continue building my portfolio. And I’ll definitely go after my bachelor’s degree once I’m done with Keiser. It’s hard to plan ahead. I’ll be looking for internships or paying jobs relating to my field. I’m still figuring myself out. But at least I have some ideas in mind.



Elementary years

My elementary years were pretty nice when it came to friends. I never questioned who I talked to. Even though I was a shy kid, I still had friends at the time. During those times, people didn’t group themselves, we talked to whoever. Even after school, I hung out with whoever. Kids just get along well so easily. Girls and boys, gender wasn’t a big deal. Unfortunately, friendships change as you get older. A year before entering middle school, I hung out with mainly boys. It wasn’t because I got attention from them, in fact I wasn’t even called pretty by them, but because of our interests. I remember that back then we would collect wrestling magazines and then trade after we were done with ours. Living at an apartment meant that I had plenty of neighbors. My friends and I would take turns going to each others’ homes to play video games or even play four-square. I felt more like myself with the boys I hung out with. I was childish, yet so were they. But the time came where I had to move out of Texas and move to Florida. I had to lose my friends.

Middle school friendships

In middle school, the majority of my friends were female. Of course, since I’m one myself, I guess it makes sense. If I were to hang out with boys, I’d be judged. Not only that, it’s middle school, kids change. I was even a part of what you would call a “squad” and out of the eight girls, I was what you called a “good girl.” It was hard for me to ever be harsh to anyone, then again, I never wanted to hurt someone. I kept things in. I was not good with boys either, if anything I didn’t even liked being approached by them. It got to the point where I even questioned my sexuality, but turns out that I just didn’t like receiving such attention. Then again, out of my friends, I received the less attention well because I was just awkward and not even that attractive. Out of school, it was rare to hang out with most of these girls. A good five of them lived in the same neighborhood. And I lived a good ten minutes away, which doesn’t seem far now since i’m older. I did feel left out though. Not just distance wise, but in general. Back then, everyone had their group of friends. I hung out with well….. my hispanic friends. And like I mentioned, part of me felt left out. They didn’t mistreat me, but I was the only one who was pale. I was the only one who would obsess over rock bands. I was the only one who didn’t like make-up. I was the only one who never had a boyfriend. I was the only one who never had the guts to approach others, I was a shy kid. I didn’t think that at the time, I could ever make new friends. It got to the point where problems occurred. I wasn’t involved in the drama, I don’t even remember the reason for the beefing  either. All I remember is that two of those girls, well they had problems. If I remember correctly, the reason was well stupid and immature. That’s besides the point, the remaining girls even chose sides. I did not, I talked to both sides. I did not talk crap, but I did listen. I should’ve done more than just listened. The drama continued on until our eighth grade year came to an end. And thus, the friendships ended.



Oh how things have changed when I finally started high school. The summer before entering the ninth grade, I was discovering myself. I’m still in the process. That’s why I felt like a new person Not because of a new hair cut or clothes, but my mindset. I was very opinionated. I no longer kept thoughts in, whether it was harsh, I’d let out the things on my mind. This was not because I was intentionally trying to be mean, no… I was still as considerate as ever. I just didn’t want to be a pushover. Old friends did not like that, some of these old friends would even talk shit behind my back. I was not hurt, just disappointed. I made plenty of new friends in high school. Different genders, different ages, different race and ethnicity. People liked me. I became very sociable, but it wasn’t forced. I was still immature, but at the same time, part of me was becoming mature. I didn’t change for anyone, I changed for myself. I started showing off my artistic side, my weird side, friendly side, yet also my bitchy side. I made myself stand out in a good way. I even won two superlatives for being the most unique and most artistic out of all my classmates. I wasn’t even ashamed of the image I was displaying, I felt happy with who I am. And met countless people along the way. As in for old friends, the good ones were still a part of my life. You just need to talk things out and accept others for who they are.



Of course friendships don’t last forever. I dealt with a situation that has changed my attitude to push people away. It’s like I didn’t have the energy to talk to people once I started college. I have friends, just not as much. It gets to the point where I even miss certain individuals from time to time. I lost people who I cherished and never thought would be out of my life. That is why I am grateful for who currently is in my life. I am still making new friends, I even managed to meet other weirdos because of my major. But as time passes, everything continues to change. Including myself.