Today while driving home for lunch I began to remember what life was like on the road.
No, I wasn't a truck driver. I worked for a private art college for around a year and a half as an admissions coordinator. (that's me to the left giving a family the presentation) During that time I would travel throughout the Midwest giving presentations to high school students. Being on the road gave me a feeling of independence. I would go on the road for up to 5 days at a time, checking in and out of hotels, eating at every single fast food restaurant known to man, and living it up.
Every city had it's own unique claim to fame. Personally I didn't spend my time finding out about any of them, but I am sure to some 75 year old couple making a cross country stroll would dig it.
The best part was giving the presentations. It was extremely fun for me to stand and talk about the college for an hour. I would usually feed off of the class clown, who was quick to throw comments like, " So why aren't you doing graphic design if you went to school here and it's so great?". I later asked myself the same question and quit.
I also felt like I was making progress. I went back to my old high school, saw my old art teacher and numerous other faculty members. It was always the same thing, "It is so good to see you, I'm glad you are doing so well!". But better than the class clowns, or the teachers was the feeling of being back in high school. I know it wasn't real, I wasn't a senior again. But everytime I went in I felt like it.
One other small note: the girls didn't look like that when I was in school!
No, I wasn't a truck driver. I worked for a private art college for around a year and a half as an admissions coordinator. (that's me to the left giving a family the presentation) During that time I would travel throughout the Midwest giving presentations to high school students. Being on the road gave me a feeling of independence. I would go on the road for up to 5 days at a time, checking in and out of hotels, eating at every single fast food restaurant known to man, and living it up.Every city had it's own unique claim to fame. Personally I didn't spend my time finding out about any of them, but I am sure to some 75 year old couple making a cross country stroll would dig it.
The best part was giving the presentations. It was extremely fun for me to stand and talk about the college for an hour. I would usually feed off of the class clown, who was quick to throw comments like, " So why aren't you doing graphic design if you went to school here and it's so great?". I later asked myself the same question and quit.
I also felt like I was making progress. I went back to my old high school, saw my old art teacher and numerous other faculty members. It was always the same thing, "It is so good to see you, I'm glad you are doing so well!". But better than the class clowns, or the teachers was the feeling of being back in high school. I know it wasn't real, I wasn't a senior again. But everytime I went in I felt like it.
One other small note: the girls didn't look like that when I was in school!
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