My time

We were all born to do something. Some people take their whole lives to figure out what they want to do with themselves. I was never lucky with much but what I was lucky with was knowing at a young age what I wanted to be when I grew up. In 7th grade I decided no matter what, I would be an Art Teacher.

When I got into highschool I told my art teacher at the time I wanted to learn everything from her I would learn in college to be a teacher, so Id be prepaired. I learned how to change the kone elements in a kiln, how to sodder, how to do just about everything. She would give me problems that happen often in the room that I would have to solve. Finally by the time I was in my sophomore year, she would leave to go do her grocery shopping while I taught her classes for her. And most classes since till I would graduate.

It was that summer of my freshman year that I started at the marlboro rec center as a jr counselor in the art camp C.A.T. I would slave like a bitch for this woman who was the head teacher and her spoiled daughter who was her assitant. Finally after two years her daughter went away to college and I was promoted and we highered my sister to work there as well. Then after that summer Marleen quit and Desiree and I became incharge. That was 8 years ago and I still work there teaching 5th-8th grade multi medium art classes. Needless to say Im sure you can imagine how fucking awesome it would be to have me as your art teacher hahaha.







This photo is from the summer of 05 when Joanna was still in camp. Joanna I met when she was in 5th grade, shes now going into her JR year of highschool. Thus you can imagine I feel old as fuck sometimes...ahahha

Monday is the first day of camp and every summer Im depressed as fuck until this weekend passes. Because once camps starts I have no worries or cares, just my love for these little bastards and having a ball at something I was lucky enough to know earlier on in life that Im outrageously good at.