My degree I am working for is nursing. I have aspired to be a nurse ever since I could remember. There were two situations that occurred when I was ten and thirteen that solidified my decision. My first one was in my house. My little brother and sister and I were racing to the swimming pool. As we turned the corner into the kitchen my brother slipped right into the wall corner. He was about five years old at the time and cut a pretty good sized boo boo on his forehead. Immediately, I grabbed the nearest fresh towel and applied pressure to his cut. I picked him up and carried him to the car yelling for my mom and dad and off we went to the hospital.
The second incident was in South Carolina on an island called Daufuskie. My cousins were racing their bikes and crashed into each other. I get a phone call to come over and take a look at their injuries because their mothers were about to be sick from all the blood. I cleaned them up and told them everything was going to be “ok” and off they were back on their bikes. I love caring for other people when they need help. I can make rational decisions while everyone is in panic mode. I feel like a nursing position is a good choice for me.
This is now really embarrassing. When I was younger, for some reason my dream job was to work at Taco Bell. I am blaming my father on this one. Since my parents are separated I would go see my dad every other weekend. Yes, we would always go to Taco Bell. Of course it did not take me to college to figure out that was not my dream job. I mean I was a kid I did not know any better. I still love Taco Bell though. Now in college, I know that I want to go into advertising. Right now I am not thinking about going into a huge firm. Actually, it would be a huge opportunity if I was able to be on the Target advertising team. I know that is not setting my goals too high for my overall career, but for right now it is pretty high. I am completely happy with it!
I remember when adults used to ask that question a lot: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My answer was simple: “An artist.”
Ever since I was young, I always loved to draw. From what I remember, I started drawing stick people, then it led to stick people with animal heads. After that, I started to draw more realistic things. It’s funny, now that I think about it. The “people” I drew didn’t look like people. They were more animal-like in appearance but doing human activities, such as going to school, taking a bubble bath (the kids), or eating. Stuff like that. Eventually, I started drawing from pictures and popular shows. I think I draw better when I’m actually looking at another picture. My favorites were Pokemon, Dragon Ball Z, and Sailor Moon. Sounds a little…nerdy? Ha ha. Sure.
Now that I’m in college, I still think about becoming an artist. However, it’s more of becoming an art teacher then maybe become a real artist. Honestly, I don’t really know what artists are really like. How do they call themselves artists? What do artists do every day? How do they prove that they’re really artists? Do they have to know a lot about art history? These are some questions that may have simple answers, but I think there’s more to them. I’m still trying to learn more about how I can develop myself into a professional artist. To be more specific, I want to become a great ceramicist. I’ve always drawn, drawn, drawn, but when I went to high school, I got into ceramics. I still draw but it’s not the same anymore. Nowadays, I only draw because of my classes; not for my own interest. I miss that. Maybe I’ll get back into it one day. Hopefully.
Have a great day!
When I was younger, I wanted to be an actor. A teacher named Mr. Facchin changed that. He inspired me to become an English teacher. What changed from wanting to be an actor to English teacher is that there is more demand for teachers and that I can pay it forward, by inspiring a future student to become a teacher.