Undergrad

The change in environments couldn't have been more extreme. To go from an unskilled job working with men that seemed to be very immature even to a twenty year old, to an institute of higher learning where ivy grew on Old Main. It was as if I had stepped into some elvish fantasy to the house of fire, where poets and scientists were revered.

But the university has it's pit falls too. Students are young and idealistic and everything is a new experience away from family. I studied art in the art department for two years. I was going to be an artist because my brother and father were and I hadn't exactly figured out what I wanted to do with my life. I felt that the art department was mostly self centered and egotistical. A lot of ordinary kids were now wearing thrift store fashion and slopping paint on canvas and talking about politics over bottles of wine. I withered there. It seemed that I had wasted two years and a lot of money. I switched majors to English and started to feel better. After all, a novel had brought me here to university, fitting I thought that I should now study the great writers and learn to write like them.

I had experienced a lot of the college narrative as well. I had new girl friends, went to parties, sat with friends as they beat their bongo drums protesting the war. There were a lot of distractions.

I graduated in 2006. Eight years of wandering and still no clear idea of what i wanted to do.