Being in college has opened my eyes to a whole new world as I strive to move towards a good career and earn a living while doing what I love. Professors are eager to help us students understand our own style, create our own opinions about different authors and writing, and edit our writing while we develop our language and morph into honorable writers.
On top of my writing, I’ve began drawing (as you may have seen in previous posts), a skill I honestly did not know I had. Of course I’ve taken art classes in elementary through high school, but in that time I was unable to find a passion for it. This made me wonder, why was I unable to find love in something that now favorably takes up so much of my time?
And then I thought about how it was not until my Sophomore year of college that I finally decided to change my major to English. Writing, being a form of art (at least in my eyes), is something I am very passionate about but could not come to love it until I was out of high school and well on my way as a college student.
What I’ve determined is that while schools encourage students to be creative and write, draw, play music, sing and perform as they please, they still hold strong guidelines as a thin strip for students to walk on. I’ve taken many art classes over the years but was told my drawing and other pieces were not well done. But why? That’s how I envisioned it. Is it because my lines are not dark enough for the teacher’s pleasure? Is it because I didn’t shade correctly? Is it because my lines aren’t straight enough and the curvy lines not curvy enough?
Then I think back to English classes when I was asked to write on a topic of my choosing. Let’s say a poem. Students would get points off for not following the proper syllables, line length, or meter, a very good reason for point deductions, however holding points on an assignment because the teacher did not like the topic or word choice is disheartening.
I love being creative in many of it’s forms, but having someone tell you your assignment is not good is what pulled me away from taking part in it outside of school.
As I began college, and the main focus moved from following a certain style to creating our own, is what reopened the doors to the world of writing. I was so used to hearing what I’ve written is not correct, when in reality there is no reason why it wouldn’t be. Before college I was lost and had no idea who I was a writer. The boundaries created to enclose students into writing as one another, to where there is almost no diversity, is what held a form grasp on me, which is why I believe schools need to have a more open and free flowing creative outlet for students to explore the many possibilities of art.
The opportunity to express yourself is a very important aspect of young lives as we come to discover who we are. I would have never come to understand my love of writing if I did not allow myself to explore the world of creative writing in college. Secretly I had a burning passion for it, but I worked hard to keep it from bubbling over because I never saw myself as a good writer.
Freedom to write as you please is beautiful. Freedom to draw, design, paint, create, and explore as you please is beautiful. And this is something schools and parents should focus on as their kids grow.
Learn to love art and you will learn so much about yourself.