Math was what I clung to and what I always believed would be my future. Even outside of academics I excelled in handling numbers, tutoring , handling a register and now my job as a bookkeeper and managing my finances as a student further utilize my skill. I believed talent is not a thing to waste, so I never ventured into another field.
Knowing my strength in arithmetic one could image my disappointment when my high school told me seating for calculus was filled. they listed the prospects to replace it and When all options seemed exhausted I was presented with an option that would have never been considered for me. I could take an online Art History class. Despite stepping out of my comfort zone to self study in a foreign field the class was the highlight of my year.
Art history is the way of interpreting a truly universal language, one with many dialects but an endless beauty. I thought my lack of drawing ability prevented me from being able to acheive anything in the field, but I was wrong. I’ve found a new love for it, one that supersedes all others, but I’m still captive. Art history is not a lucrative field, and the desire to eat always wins. My major is one of practicality, but my minor I where my heart is. If Art History could create a life for me, there is no doubt it would be number one.