Personal Experience : My Experience In High School

After a few months passed I discovered an amazing opportunity, an internship with Walt Disney called the Disney College Program. I was excited. I didn’t think I would have been given the opportunity, and although I loved art school, I faced the struggle most teens my age had “ did I make the right choice”. Since I was uncertain

Throughout these years I had pursued art as an interest outside of my professional ambitions. Although I knew I had passion for the subject, I was convinced that I had to compromise my creativity in order to have a successful career. It was only in the midst of my crisis, when my favorite teacher decided to pursue opportunities outside of the school, that I realized that I shouldn’t have to play by anyone else’s rule book, especially not my district’s.

It was my freshman year of high school when I took Drawing A; I quickly learned that I had a skill that I had previously ignored and began embracing it. Sophomore year, though, was when I truly started using my art. It was during this year that I received a 4 on my AP-Studio Art portfolio, and won four awards at Scholastic Art and Writing in photography. Art gave me a feeling of accomplishment that I didn’t usually get in the rest of my academics, so I always tried my

The wind tousled my hair around as I closed my eyes and took deep, shaky breaths. The faint sound of the crowd cheering upstage didn't help with my nerves, so, instead, I turned my ears to the delicate waves rolling up the beach. I opened my eyes and gazed out at the lake; now an open canvas for the golden sun which had began setting. Quietly, I plucked each string of my guitar- though I’d already tuned them several times. On the outside, I may have seemed ready, content, and excited; however, on the inside, no matter how tranquilizing the back stage scenery was, I was terrified to the core.

For adults, it was seen as ‘childish’ and ‘silly’ and I was rarely encouraged. Even my parents thought my penchant for art was unnecessary and insisted I was wasting my time. In those moments, I felt worthless, however, those feelings of defeat only fueled the flame inside of me to strive to improve and one day, prove that my art and I were not valueless.

I gracefully accepted the challenge brought on by my peers. It was no secret that I was the best artist in my high school due to my countless awards from art shows and endless recognitions but I still lacked the confidence to put my ideas out there. My artistic eye wouldn't get me anywhere in life; I thought it was essentially a useless talent as the world needs more than beautiful portraits and artsy doodles.

Seeing the massive group of people, of which some were my competition. One could hardly hear themselves think due to the loud and obnoxious sounds coming from the various different instruments scattered around the room. They too were putting the finishing touches on their assigned audition pieces. My group found a spot in one of the long hallways that we claimed as our territory then we each dispersed to find our audition rooms. I found my room relatively with ease, it was just down the hall and to the right. I saw the blank sheet of paper taped to the wall with a pencil attached to a small strand of string. I wrote my name on line

In my life I have failed at many things, but I have always been able to recover. When I was in the sixth grade I had convinced myself that I was the most accomplished artist in my entire school; I thought I could challenge an eighth grader in the school’s bi-annual art competition

Thankfully, my seventh grade art instructor, Mrs. Spiegel, gave me a reason to look back at my talents. Soft-spoken and very kind, she was especially good to me. She quietly encouraged me in my projects and inspired me to do more. I could be certain that she would place some of my own drawings at every special event that displayed student pieces. Even if I wasn’t the only student to be chosen, whenever I gave her my projects, I felt like I ought to be proud of it because it was special. By the end of the semester, I’d fully established myself as her adopted daughter among my peers. After I became an eighth grader and I could no longer attend art, I still visited her and she

Any application would be incomplete without mentioning my interest and talent in art. I believe I would also be missing a crucial part of my life. Creating these drawings and paintings have taught me how to be patient, yet hardworking. It has taught me how to manage time, but still put in the extra work when needed. Winning best in show was like a pat on the back, as I aim to continue thriving after reaching my current goals. Fine art has been in my life since I can remember, and I hope that I can continue to be the translator for anyone who has not yet experienced

It was finally Sunday morning. It was time to check the results from the audition on Saturday for the Regional Junior High School Orchestra. It was the first time I would be auditioning for anything, and it was even harder for someone who wasn’t very comfortable with being judged as soon as a horsehair hit a string. To this day, I will never forget the panicked and anxious cacophony of sound that always emitted from the warm-up room, which only fueled my anxiety.

I had always been fascinated by art, but it was a distant fascination that lent itself more towards observation than actual creation. The winter before I turned fourteen, my eighth grade art class held a contest to create a design for the school district’s Christmas card. Having been sick for three days, I did not hear of the contest until the day it ended. Finding a forgotten sketch I had done of a Christmas bell, I decided that no harm could come from entering it. To my complete and utter stupefaction, I won. The indescribable feeling of pride, accomplishment, and joy that I felt made me realize how much I loved art, and that I might possibly be good at it. Dedicating myself to my newfound passion, I convinced my parents to enroll

I was introduced to the world of art by my elementary art teacher. During my fifth grade art class, my art teacher pointed out my talent and offered me to take Windows Art prep class. Windows Art prep class prepared students with the portfolios for middle school Windows Art. After I got accepted to take Windows Art, I had to decide between two middle schools. I decided that I want to try out and during two years in Windows Art class I developed an interest in art.

In elementary school, the highlights of my day would be going to art class, or showing off my drawings to all of my classmates who would shower me with compliments. “That’s so good! Can you teach me how to draw?” “Come look at what she drew! How are you so talented?” As expected, these remarks only helped to puff up my ego even more. I continuously brought works I’d done to school, and display my artwork,

Unfortunately, this lasted from 6th grade to my freshman year in high school. I began to see artwork online that caught my interest, helping me back on the trail of visual arts. Shortly afterwards, I began registering for classes that would benefit my skills in art. Even after nearly four years of being on artists’ block, students and teachers school-wide have noticed my potential.