Fear, Ambition, and stretched canvas
Since I was a little kid, I always thought and dreamed of how wonderful it might be to be an artist. I never considered myself to be terribly talented.
So I "grew up." I became a "practical" and "sensible" "adult" as quickly as I could. I kept a small box with paint, brushes and a bundle of colored pencils (which I admitedly stole, though acidentally, from high school). I rarely opened the box.
When I started working back in the fall, something was inexplicably and irrevocably stirred deep within me. I love my job. I love my job so much that I want tp go back to school. I want to become a teacher. But what then? What will I teach?
I have come to the conclusion that the teachers I listened to growing up kind of sucked. Or at least they do now. Bitter adults, worried about how much cash they have in their pockets. Let me tell you something, these last seven months, I have had more nothing in my possesion than I can actually recall ever having. In other words, I can't remember ever being quite this broke. But please, tell me some more about how your $30,000 per year minimum salary makes your profession a poor choice. As a substitute teacher, I make roughly $6000 a year (less actually) and have no health insurance, no benefits at all. Beyond that, I have set my sights in areas that are not considered "core subjects"...oh the lecture I got at the grocery store about the insecurities of jobs in the arts....from my elementary school band teacher.
I have made a decision. In spite of all advice against it, I want to be an art teacher. I want to earn a degree with a focus in art, but that allows me to gain the credentials to obtain a teaching license. Because, and here is where I shocked myself, I want to have the education to pursue the job I love as a career, and to be a studio artist if I can't find work or if I just wanna. I don't see myself becoming some amazing and famous artist. I just want to do the thing I enjoy. With the price of college, I think that is a fair goal.
I have looked at several schools that offer exactly what I am looking for. Unfortunately, MECC is not one of them. Nathan has talked to a couple of churches, all near schools with perfect programs. We'll see what happens. I believe it is too late to do anything this year anyway.
So for now, I research and rest terrifyingly satisfied with what I have decided to be "when I grow up."
So I "grew up." I became a "practical" and "sensible" "adult" as quickly as I could. I kept a small box with paint, brushes and a bundle of colored pencils (which I admitedly stole, though acidentally, from high school). I rarely opened the box.
When I started working back in the fall, something was inexplicably and irrevocably stirred deep within me. I love my job. I love my job so much that I want tp go back to school. I want to become a teacher. But what then? What will I teach?
I have come to the conclusion that the teachers I listened to growing up kind of sucked. Or at least they do now. Bitter adults, worried about how much cash they have in their pockets. Let me tell you something, these last seven months, I have had more nothing in my possesion than I can actually recall ever having. In other words, I can't remember ever being quite this broke. But please, tell me some more about how your $30,000 per year minimum salary makes your profession a poor choice. As a substitute teacher, I make roughly $6000 a year (less actually) and have no health insurance, no benefits at all. Beyond that, I have set my sights in areas that are not considered "core subjects"...oh the lecture I got at the grocery store about the insecurities of jobs in the arts....from my elementary school band teacher.
I have made a decision. In spite of all advice against it, I want to be an art teacher. I want to earn a degree with a focus in art, but that allows me to gain the credentials to obtain a teaching license. Because, and here is where I shocked myself, I want to have the education to pursue the job I love as a career, and to be a studio artist if I can't find work or if I just wanna. I don't see myself becoming some amazing and famous artist. I just want to do the thing I enjoy. With the price of college, I think that is a fair goal.
I have looked at several schools that offer exactly what I am looking for. Unfortunately, MECC is not one of them. Nathan has talked to a couple of churches, all near schools with perfect programs. We'll see what happens. I believe it is too late to do anything this year anyway.
So for now, I research and rest terrifyingly satisfied with what I have decided to be "when I grow up."