For about a year there, social media was the only life I had. I lived online. I have all the skills and experience needed and then some. And I'll do it for $10 an hour if that puts me nearer the top of this que.To me this would be as much creative reality based play as to others it might be work, so for however many hours you are needing on this project, it would be my pleasure to tend to them. I have done everything from run a sole proprietership custom computer business to building houses from foundation to roof. Processed documents in medical records Seton and the other side of the coin for an evil law firm. I've been a pawnbroker, worked retail from headshop to haute coteur, passed out fliers and booked events... and right now, working at a computer indoors in at least a semi-creative way sounds like a sweet sweet vacation. At the moment I'm putting the starvig into artist but breaking even none the less. Well maybe a little less, but here I am eager to correct that... I've done a bit of everything, and its taught me that I can do just about anything. So what's the next challenge to be? I can't wait to see.
Have to say again; all that, but I still passed with the bare minimum, made it to my classes and finals. It was that or get deported. But in class I was In Class. I learned a lot. The student FM radio show probably kept me motivated, no computer basics class at 8am would mean no broadcast time at midnight.
I was a 23 year old exotic in college in the center of European culture, travel, art, and debauchery. I did everything I could and more than a few things I shouldn't have. At the same time I worked as a bartender and security at a music venue and still studied enough to pass by the skin of my teeth. Most of the time. I saw all of europe, truly experienced the culture through immersion and made friends who still come visit me Here in Texas from time to time. College got me a 3 year visa, but I went to class. I paid my dues and occasionally took my beatings. Diploma; no. Life changing lifelaunch; no doubt.
It was high school. There were good and bad times, miseducation and mind expansion; and we all took it Way too seriously. Like it mattered. Imagine the relief to find out later how little it did. ;>
Band, Art groups, Photography, School Zine... I loved reading and the arts & English classes, but my favorite activity had to be corralling the freaky artsy.gothy.stoner types into regular water-balloon attacks on the would be country Jocks. Oh and I still got into college.