Rough Draft Autobiography

I find it slightly unfitting to write an autobiography at the young age of 18. Personally, I feel as if my perspective is not the same as many people my age. This is the word of someone who was born in the wrong generation; the story of someone who feels so different from other young adults. Someone born years too late, with still so much to learn can be conflicting.

The lake glistened before me as my mom and I pulled into Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp just outside Twin Lakes Michigan. I had been accepted into the International Youth Symphony Orchestra program where after spending a week at the camp the entire orchestra would be heading off on a six week European Tour to share our musical talents and American culture with another part of the world. I knew traveling to a different continent would give me further insight as to who I was a person, but did not imagine the people I would meet would impact me as much as they did.

Caitlyn Hatch is a twenty year old student from Amherst, Massachusetts, who spends her weekends roaming abandoned buildings all over the western part of the state. What she does in these buildings is take photographs, however, she has not always been interested in the medium. Photography had never been her first choice for what she would possibly study at university, and she never imagined it as being something she would want to pursue professionally. Originally, she was intent on being a graphic designer. She had begun to play around with an online photoshop app, editing pictures taken by other people and was sure graphic design was for her, that is, until she got her first camera. She got her first camera at age fourteen for Christmas, one of the big black Nikon digital cameras. While she had never seriously considered photography before, she began to play around with her new camera. The novelty of it all coupled with the support of her father, who himself was an amateur nature photographer throughout his twenties, started the fire in her to take up this art and learn as much about it as she could.

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It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

I was born in the East African nation of Ethiopia and lived there for the majority of my life. I recently moved to the United States, specifically to New York City. I was the first born to my family, Unlike every other kid in my neighborhood, I, for one, did not spend my childhood singing kumbaya with others. I had a reason to stay behind, but my mother had a more convincing one, every time I tried to play with others I ended up in heated fights, most of the time unaware of the reasons behind said fights. So I obeyed my folks and remained home. While at home, I found different methods to kill time; keep my mind engaged through comic books. Every now and then, my aunts and uncles from America would come to visit and leave me with their children’s DVDs or their comics to keep as a souvenir.

Typical, just a typical summer day for me. In fact, everything about it was typical. The time I got up, what I had for breakfast and what projects my dad had in store for me to do on the old house. My other family members would too also get jobs and projects to do around the house. Most of the time everyone would work on separate things and we would get many things accomplished putting us closer to our goal of getting the house on the market. But there would be times where we would have to work with other people. Depending on who you worked with you either got stuff done or you were arguing with that person about the silliest of things which would inevitably cause you to slow done and not get anything done. For me, that was

Lately, I discovered the reason for my lack of shooting. I felt that I had taken a picture of everything and that I needed a new place. Something less mundane and more extraordinary. In reality, I needed a change in perspective. A photographer’s job is to present the world around them in unique, visually aesthetic ways

While others claim that photography captures the inner soul of a person, or deliberately defines it as painting or writing with light, but in my case, it is just simply a newfound love hobby. I undeniably adore and look up to expert photographers I encounter down the road may it face-to-face or the other way around. In my heart, I silently desire that someday, with hard work, determination, and perseverance, I will become professional and famous as they are. Since my husband bought a Digital Single-Lens Reflex (DSLR) as an anniversary gift, my penchant for photography commenced and ignited. Let me detail the essential truths behind my passion over photography.

My entire life I have been fascinated with film and commercials. As a kid, I would stop what I was doing to watch a commercial. This has not changed through the years. My goal in life is to work in the film industry and work with video. This may have developed from my brother’s short term love for the video arts. Like most little brothers I followed in his footsteps through a lot of things and most of them would not stick. As I grew older I developed my own different ideals and likes. But, video just stuck with me. Even if film production doesn’t work out I have always had a childlike excitement for fighting fires. Being the person to save the day is something that everybody wants to do, but not everyone peruses this dangerous career.

My sophomore and junior years of high school, I toyed with the idea of making videos as a career, but I believed I was incompetent and could never be “good enough” for such a vocation. However, filming and editing videos yet intrigued me, and when my aunt and uncle announced their intention to adopt a little boy from China, I knew I wanted to do something special. I amassed numerous video clips and pictures of Samuel, my adopted cousin, and assembled them together in a little music video to the song “This is Home” by Sidewalk Prophets.

Starting in pre-K, I climbed the ladder and am know headed towards my last few years in a traditional education system. As I come towards the end of my traditional education I have started to wonder what the future will hold for me in the next chapter of my life. Will I obtain a a job right away, or have to wait months or even years. Will I have to move away from my hometown to accept a job, or find one locally that I am over qualified for. After thinking this over for some time I realized that it’s time to build Bold Photography back up, and give it the attention it couldn’t receive because of school. As my traditional education ends my time being a student in the school of life will truly begin, and what better way to truly learn about the way the real world works than to build your own

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As a child, literacy fascinated me. Whether it was reading and writing, or listening to many different varieties of music, or watching every movie in existence. I want to be that person that has read every book, heard every song, and seen every movie brought up in a conversation or referenced by something else. I know that’s a bit of a long shot, or completely impossible. But it doesn’t stop me from trying. There’s a bookstore in my town that sells old books for 99 cents or less, and I’m always listening to some kind of radio station, and you can find any movie online if you look hard enough. My decision to become a Psychology major was highly influenced by past experiences, documentaries I’ve watched, and journal articles I’ve read. Literacy

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.