I’ve never been a fan of school. I was always too antsy to sit through class. I was rarely interested in what the teacher was talking about, but tried desperately to convince them that that I was right there with ’em.
In high school I used to go to an extra class in the morning, just so I could leave earlier in the afternoon and get to my job at McDonalds. That way I made an extra $6 a day – which added up when you did it five days a week. Even while in college I worked full time. I used to have a mentality that I would start putting as much effort into my school work, as I did my job, just as soon as they began handing out paychecks when grades were posted.
I got into advertising by mistake. I actually felt a bit guilty when I saw interns at work. These poor saps had put in a good four or five years in college, gone to portfolio school for another two, and were lucky if they found a paid internship at an agency by the time they were through. Even then, only about half of any given group of interns are ever hired.
My story goes like this:
Drink and smoke a lot of dope in school. Drop out. Move home. Go to Junior college. Drink more – a lot more. Drop out. Get a temp job as a secretary for a four week assignment at a direct marketing firm (because I can type). Wham – I’m in the door and thanks to some amazing mentors, I somehow turn this into a career.
Believe me – this wasn’t in my plan. It was God. Divine intervention. Destiny. The path of the universe. Fuck if I know. I just know I was damned lucky.
Since that first temp assignment I’ve spent time with three agencies. Went back to school for a while. Spent six months in Los Angeles. Got sober. Started a couple of companies. Life has handed me a pretty good hand. I’m grateful today.
Me? Teach? Please, Tim – put down the crack pipe.
Three months later, another one of life’s little journeys is complete. I taught a class. And had fun. And I think I was good. The opportunity allowed me to pass on some of the knowledge that I’ve accumulated over the years and give back a little of what was given to me.
Thank you, Tim. Thanks, Alyn. And thanks to the class for putting up with their amateur instructor.