I hated high school. If anyone would have told me at the age of 16 I would be spending the rest of my life in high school, my black and white saddle shoes would have flown down the polished hallways of Notre Dame Academy through the chapel doors, where I would have dropped to my knees fervently praying for an abbreviated lifespan. Upon graduation, I couldn't bear the thought of any more schooling, so I hustled tips as a waitress until I could no longer bear taking the flack for incompetent cooking. The gift of good eye/hand coordination provided me with a decent portfolio when I was at the...more
