As it turned out... nobody even SIGNED UP for the class. I drove home to my 3rd Apartment with the caffeine shakes and laughing uncontrollably at my failure.
I will always have a sense of humor.
After my first failed attempt at doing something with my college degree, I decided to take on one of my "do before I die" sort of challenges. I tried to master a different kind of art: the art of being a waitress. Because, you know, there really is an art to it. There's a steady beat that needs to happen and if you get knocked off that beat, your entire day plummets downhill at a rapid pace. (Tip your waiters, people, and stop being so demanding, jeeez!) I would imagine this was around the time of Memory #2.
One day, a little less than a year after my failed attempt at teaching, I got an email from a staff employee at the Boston Children's Museum. Those emails, the ones that just pop up out of nowhere, can totally change your life.
This particular email was from an event planner at the museum and had heard about my 'artistic talents' through Yssa and James at About the Arts. (Say what!?) The Children's Museum staff wanted me to teach the workshop I spent so much time preparing, to kids at their next fundraising event and be the GUEST OF HONOR. (oOoOoooooh!)
OK, now...let me elaborate. When I was 23-24 years old...my website looked like this:
And my showcased illustration, aka, my favorite...was this:
|This was back when I actually used paint!|
It was a miracle that anyone even gave me the time of day!
(Thank you waybackmachine.org - Check out the third iteration of my website! It's animated!!
|Oh wait...this whole thing is a flashback.|
I wrote back about 2 milliseconds later with an overly enthusiastic:
(...to be continued)