I was not a stellar student, but did love most of the classes I took. I was amazed at an American History class lecture which held more students than my whole high school...and LOVED all my art classes! My high school did not offer art; I had always loved art and credit a cousin (who was more like an aunt to me) for keeping my interest sparked. For Christmas and birthdays, she would always give me art "stuff"-watercolors, charcoal, pastels...of which I had no clue how to use! So I signed up for every "1" class I could squeeze in...Art 1, Watercolor 1, Weaving 1, Ceramics 1, Oils 1, etc! And I loved it all!
I had always known even as a kid when I would line up my dolls and create a classroom that I wanted to be a teacher...not having had art myself, it never occurred to me to teach art. As an equal passion was reading, I chose to major in English with the ultimate object to teach. So with the exception of the mandatory Education classes and the other required classes, I reveled my classes.
As a Freshman, there were those pesky required classes first...Science, math, government! And, although I really liked the information I gathered from Geology and Astrology, I did not do well on the tests! I discovered I could do really well on essay tests; but multiple or true/false that needed the knowledge of facts, were very difficult for me. Having gone to a small high school and having to never had to really study, I soon found that skimming the reading material was not going to get me through. But even knowing I really needed to study harder and more, the pull of the social scene was too strong.
|Hill Hall was the Education Building|