Like most kids, I loved to draw. Crayons, colored pencils, markers, whatever. Rather than the typical pink squiggle that most children proclaimed to be their mommy, goldfish, etc., I actually drew a discernible mommy. Or goldfish. Or etc. I drew and drew and drew and progressily got better. Until one day, I stopped and never really picked it up.

As if by a cruel stroke of fate, I decide now would be a great time to aspire to be an animator. More specifically, a Disney animator...and my heart seems to be in nothing else. I've studied the movies, read the books, done the research, and loved every minute of it. Unfortunately, my drawing skills have gone to crap and I have less than 3 months to create a portfolio that will get me into some sort of animation program at a liberal arts university in southern California....

I know, right?

SO I'm just trying to practice practice practice and break out of my rusty...well, terrible...phase. I've become really discouraged lately due to lack of support, especially from my parents and college counselor. I'm still going to try my best, but at times I feel like a cheapskate for trying to rush such an important thing as a portfolio. I would kill to have an entire year to improve my art and really deserve a spot in an animation program, but this is now my only option due to school restrictions There isn't even an art class I can take because of schedule conflicts. Senior year...well BALLS.