As a sophomore in college, I am a newly accepted Graphic Design major as well as a French minor. At Miami University of Ohio, all pre-graphics majors must go through a portfolio review in the spring semester of their freshman year.

65-75 people tried out...only 20 made it.

As a child, I was constantly found with a crayon or colored pencil in my hand (markers weren't appealing to me). My mom tells me of a parent-teacher conference she attended when I was in kindergarden. My teachers were going on about a self-portrait drawing I had done for a class project. My mom didn't really see what was so amazing about a disfigured kindergarden drawing. They went on saying, "Look here. She drew dimples, eye lashes, pupils, lips...some of the other kids' drawings don't even have heads!"

I also remember a time when I had an Aladdin coloring book. There was a picture that took two pages of where the evil guy and a thief are crossing the desert at night. I let my dad color one page while I colored the other. I freaked out when I saw that he had chosen black as the color for his night sky. I think we argued for 2 minutes about whether the night sky was dark blue or black. We had made a bet to look at the sky that night, but we completely forgot to do it.

I never understood as a child why the heck a kid would draw blue lines at the top of a piece of paper and say "That's the sky!" I would think "The sky's all around you, dumb-butt, why not color the whole thing blue." Though I've greatly matured since then, I still don't understand. Then again...I did make my sky yellow symbolizing morning, light blue for day, and dark blue for night.