Obligatory Update

Steakboy is proud of me, I think.  I can do shit now;  I have learned.

I am well into my fifth year of this journalism gig, and I have to say that I am very good at teaching the basics of Photoshop and InDesign.  That is, if my technology ever cooperates with me; this week the mother board went out on my brand-new teacher laptop and I had to use a very awkward set-up in order to teach. 

There are still many things I cannot do, like make a consistent box around something or wrap text around a photo.  As a matter of fact, it took me 5 minutes to remember what "text wrap" was called.  I can't seem to size an ad in Photoshop and make it retain its sizing in InDesign.  I still supervise more than I have hands-on time, which makes it hard to internalize and reach automaticity with many of these things.

But I can edit a photo and repair a photo and create an illustration fairly well.  I need to tackle Illustrator next, and eventually Dreamweaver -- then I will have mastered the evil Adobe Creative Suite software package -- the nemesis that haunts my dreams to this day. 

When one looks at my resume' one sees a 5 to 7 year pattern of switching careers.  Not just jobs, but careers.  I've been a traditional English teacher, an alternative educator, a sex educator, a grants writer and a philanthropist, to name a few.  This journalism thing has been fun, but I am getting the proverbial "itch.

In scratching said itch, I feel a career switch.  (rhyme unintentional)  I long to get that doctorate degree in Sexology.  I feel a pull to help parents talk with their sexually active teens and to help people live healthy relationship models.

How to get from point A to point B is where this journey lies.