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So, here's something of a confession. I started my first college classes upon graduation in 2000. I took two classes to sort of test the collegiate waters-, so to speak- . They were Comp 1 Honors and World Religions. The World Religions class, while interesting, was taught by man with a very thick South African accent (I imagine it was South African anyway; I'm not too well verseed in the regions of Africa-n- , I must confess). I did well in the Compsition Composition class; however, I had conceded the World Religions course. Not a great starting record, I'll admit. I wasn't too thrilled with college off the bat, and I had always wanted to be; I was one of the people who thought high school was geared toward the kids who didn't want to be there, and it was infuriating. I had always appreciated education.
Regardless, I took the next two or so years off to just work and give myself a break from high school. It wasn't as though I needed one, mind you, I just didn't know what I wanted to do. I started back at SPC around 2003, with a focus toward Computer Science. Hey, I'm good with computers, and there's definitely money to be made there, so what the heck? But really, a semester or so in, I realized two things:
- 1. I didn't want to be stuck behind a desk for the rest of my life.
- 2. I really loved working with animals.
So I switched to biology. Despite initially wanted wanting to work with large cats (not like Nicole's cats mind you, but Lions or Tigers ... or bears, oh my), I had always been fascinated with sharks and dolphins, and thought maybe Marine Bio would be a better fit. I took some Biology and Marine Biology classes and as it turned out I loved science, I just wasn't very good at it.
It's ironic really: I love Michio Kaku, and Super String, and anything by Sagan, but -- academically -- science just isn't for me.
I dropped a few classes here or there on my way to -my- an AA, and I even failed a basic Speech class simply because instead of taking the final, I decided it was more important to see ______ Price at the St. Pete Times Forum (it was rumored he wasn't going to play any of his old stuff anymore, so who could pass it up?) It was silly in retrospect, but I can't say I regret it.
It was around this time I decided that I wanted to write. Specifically comics. I had started writing a screenplay from when I wanted to make films (did I leave that one out?), and I was about 35 or so pages into it, when I realized it would have made a great graphic novel or even an ongoing series. Comics have always received a bad reputation as a kid's medium and it's quite tragic. There's probably more talent and enthralling, emotional storytelling in modern comics than in most novels -people read-; it's one of the most underapprecated mediums I've found, but I digress. Eventually I found myself here, at USF, with a schedule full of compositionesque courses.
Since then I've tweaked and edited that screenplay I was writing some and I've begun to turn it into...well, the beginning of a comic. If I could find an illustrator I'd be in much better shape, but regardless some exerpts can be found here.
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