Freedom To Roam

The sensation I felt the first day of class, when I began to grasp the creative potential, is indescribable. I smile at this because for years I would always avidly negotiate with teachers and professors, regardless of the subject, to bend the criteria a bit to fit my particular vision. I would always add something that I thought would give more to the task. It's weird because I felt satisfaction after haggling leeway. Yet, now that I have what I always wanted, I am kind of freaking out. It's as though my mind went into overload. When I see the equipment we have on hand and hear the words " pretty much everything you think up can be done," I want to pass out. That mere notion may very well be all that I've wanted in life. Except now that I have it, I don't even know where to start. That purple kiwi could be fathomable, real even.

That being said, I find the idea of storytelling so paramount and relatable. As an advertising major enamored with the creative field, my job entails creating an enticing story that will build a relationship with the consumer. So as I thought about the concept of storytelling throughout little everyday things, I concluded that a story lies in virtually everything--- the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the reason why you visit a certain place and the scars you bear. This notion adds to that infinite possibility that this class possesses, thus taking on that daunting factor.