This feels so weird! I hate writing! especially for class assignments! I'm no poet and I'm no writer but I hate to sound boring which I probably do, gah!
Personal history/metahistory
Blessed to have been born and raised in the Silicon Valley, it was comfortable, modest, safe and sheltered, and I remained in that general area until I graduated high school and left all of home for Parsons. I grew up with technology fondly, falling in love with overhead projectors and sewing machines, playing games on America On-Line and watching ZOOM and Zaboomafoo. My first taste of the fine-arts in first grade was magical, healing, and the most enjoyable, and since then I'd attended bi-weekly fine-arts classes outside of school. I learned that I grew impatient with paints and heavy-handed with pencils and markers, creative with scissors and crafty with and without glue. When I didn't have glue, I'd use the sticky residue of my dinner's rice, and when I grew bored of my hair pins, I'd hand-sew more of my own. I've kept diaries consistently since I learned to write along the lines, and developed the habit of keeping a sketchbook with me almost wherever I went. I envied my brothers' Game Boy Colors and Nintendo 64 since my only high-tech gadget throughout childhood was my Tamagotchi Toy Pet. Being the eldest and only daughter of three, I spent the majority of my time growing up by myself and on my own, inside my room while my brothers ran outside with friends. My little world expanded dramatically after I taught myself to code simple websites and make complex graphics on my uncle's Photoshop 6. Inordinate amounts of my time after school were devoted to exploring the World Wide Web and collecting photos and scans of magazines that my parents wouldn't let me subscribe to. I picked up photography upon entering high school and only made one group of friends once, preferring instead to have a couple here and there to avoid any and all teenage social drama. I never got a job and never learned to drive, so I had few possessions and saw few friends outside of school and church. My first team and work-place environment was the school's yearbook class that gave me my first glimpse and experience of the perfect harmonic alignments of all things in InDesign, frantic deadlines, and unending proofs. Yearbook camp of 2007 showed me how far ahead my school's yearbook was in terms of design and concept (compared to the 20 or so other schools all throughout California), so with confidence, I applied to Parsons the New School of Design, focused my Parsons Challenge on the simple goldfish, and picked myself up out of the fishbowl of Fremont and into the sea that is New York City. (wow sooo corny)
The assignment was interesting though. Tibor Kalman's personal/metahistory piece completely suffocates mine hehe it is so cute
Personal history/metahistory
Blessed to have been born and raised in the Silicon Valley, it was comfortable, modest, safe and sheltered, and I remained in that general area until I graduated high school and left all of home for Parsons. I grew up with technology fondly, falling in love with overhead projectors and sewing machines, playing games on America On-Line and watching ZOOM and Zaboomafoo. My first taste of the fine-arts in first grade was magical, healing, and the most enjoyable, and since then I'd attended bi-weekly fine-arts classes outside of school. I learned that I grew impatient with paints and heavy-handed with pencils and markers, creative with scissors and crafty with and without glue. When I didn't have glue, I'd use the sticky residue of my dinner's rice, and when I grew bored of my hair pins, I'd hand-sew more of my own. I've kept diaries consistently since I learned to write along the lines, and developed the habit of keeping a sketchbook with me almost wherever I went. I envied my brothers' Game Boy Colors and Nintendo 64 since my only high-tech gadget throughout childhood was my Tamagotchi Toy Pet. Being the eldest and only daughter of three, I spent the majority of my time growing up by myself and on my own, inside my room while my brothers ran outside with friends. My little world expanded dramatically after I taught myself to code simple websites and make complex graphics on my uncle's Photoshop 6. Inordinate amounts of my time after school were devoted to exploring the World Wide Web and collecting photos and scans of magazines that my parents wouldn't let me subscribe to. I picked up photography upon entering high school and only made one group of friends once, preferring instead to have a couple here and there to avoid any and all teenage social drama. I never got a job and never learned to drive, so I had few possessions and saw few friends outside of school and church. My first team and work-place environment was the school's yearbook class that gave me my first glimpse and experience of the perfect harmonic alignments of all things in InDesign, frantic deadlines, and unending proofs. Yearbook camp of 2007 showed me how far ahead my school's yearbook was in terms of design and concept (compared to the 20 or so other schools all throughout California), so with confidence, I applied to Parsons the New School of Design, focused my Parsons Challenge on the simple goldfish, and picked myself up out of the fishbowl of Fremont and into the sea that is New York City. (wow sooo corny)
The assignment was interesting though. Tibor Kalman's personal/metahistory piece completely suffocates mine hehe it is so cute
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