Why Should I Work For You?
As a 7th grade student, it was made clear to me that Mr. Grant, my English teacher at the time, would use a different rubric when grading my journal entries. I immediately related that punishment to my ‘clowning around’ as he put it, asking me to stop. I did not stop, I could not stop. My pet Tamagotchi was going to die, he needed to be saved. I fed him, I saved him and I rejoiced in what looked like a boy being electrocuted while dancing. My hands flew in the air, my butt pushed my seat back, and I yelled “Yess” as the legs of my chair squeaked in anger against the floor. Everything went quiet, as if the show has been paused for intermission. All eyes were on me. It was awkward.
Anyways, it turned out Mr. Grant was using a different rubric because my writing skills were higher than average. “You act your age, but you write like a senior” said the frustrated yet proud teacher.
As a 26-year-old, I have grown into a dangerously creative being. I itch for conceptualization, for creative literary construction, I long to motivate people through speech or writing. I’ve always been a confident speaker. I never read or wrote on notecards. I always make eye-contact, and I make sure to crack a few jokes here and there. I’m in touch with the modern digital world with entrepreneurial experience of my own.
I’m good with people and I’m great with paper.
I hope this answers the question.