I was sitting in 4th-hour AP English class when my brain exploded.Not literally, that’d be gross, but in that moment it felt like five thousand record players were coming to a screeching halt. My teacher had asked the (deceptively) innocent question:
What are you going to major in when you go to college?
How was a sixteen-year-old supposed to have their entire life figured out? Junior year was stressful enough with marching band practice, advanced placement classes, club meetings and rehearsals for our fall musical. Call me a nerd, I could handle that without flinching, but catch me unexpectedly with a pop quiz about the future and my younger self spiraled into a dark abyss.A girl in my class, Jamie, raised her hand high and answered with these two magical words: Graphic Design.
Art had always been an important part of my life, but I hadn’t thought of it as a career choice. When my parents bought our first PC, I’d stay up late messing around with Microsoft Paint. Over time I advanced to using Paint Shop Pro and the Hex Editor for my virtual Dogz game. I was already on my own path to design and didn’t realize it.
When Jamie mentioned those words in English class that day, it sparked something inside me. Over the next few months, I toured art schools and researched what it meant to be a graphic designer. I didn’t know where it would lead me, but I knew this was the right path.
Thanks, Erin, for inspiring me to write this post.