[Chapter 2] My path to my parents' design and concern. The dilemma of being different.

In the first chapter on how I became a product designer already I told how my first wanderings were with twelve years in everything that It had to do with computers, technology and software that replied adobe suite of that time. If you have reached this post without seeing the previous one, you He invited Read it but, beyond that post, we will continue to investigate what it was my Road to become a product designer.

Pentium II my first good computer

After those first computer classes and the typical insistence of a child Little encapssed with a toy. My parents ended up buying a Pentium II. By God, where those devices will have finished . . . I still remember that tower and that screen that occupied much of my desktop room.

The IBM 286 that opened the doors to that universe that would later end up calling Graphic design and that, for me, was "to make drawings on the computer" step aside and gave him a spiritual retreat taking him to the beach house. In that time everything reuse to the extreme and if in the previous chapter the made of how strange it was to have a computer at home at that time and since My parents were to reuse absolutely everything, because it was not very good to throw a computer as well as.

In the background, I was happy with that decision since, for those threw the three months of summer on the beach so I could continue doing my drawings both in The house of Madrid as in the beach.

Lack of motivation at school

Another different thing were studies. For those, my only motivation in the College were my friends, sport and computer classes of Javier. I I was in the intelligent class despite considering myself darker than the stones to the view of my academic results. It is true that, with age I have realized that, My only problem was the lack of motivation.

I was bored when I had to study mathematics or Language motivated me zero and my obsession was to reach the extracurricular classes of computer science to be able to Make my dragon ball drawings at the Corel Draw.

At that time, they began to splash between the regular classes of day to day, Some computer classes. I remember that they put us to play a kind of Trivial of General Culture that ended up giving you an outstanding, remarkable, well . . . was such my obsession with the design issue that I ended up opening, without That my teachers realized, the Paint in that Windows 3. 11 and put me to follow drawing my comics.

At home, the thing didn't varied much. I dedicated my afternoons to train to compete in cycling and do The drawings in that brand new Pentim II that Windows 95 had. I took my last comic and put me to paint the same time that My mother's stress increased by seeing me leave the books still side. No There were few occasions we discussed on the subject. For my mother it was important to do sports, in this we agreed but, on the subject of studies, We were not so much.

I tried to find a middle ground and, since my father took me almost every end of week to races that used to be outside Madrid, took the car journey to Study but of course, that dynamic was not the most efficient in the world.

My first contact with the Internet

At fifteen Javier gave me a small router. But I remember bad, it was a 14 MPBS router. The oldest of the place will remember how Those devices were our door to the Internet. Although they will remember even more Sounds of hell emitted by those bugs that allowed us to connect to Internet, yes, only one horita and from six in the afternoon that was the rate cheaper telephone.

It was that device with highly questionable melodies that opened the Internet doors. An internet in which you had to fill with patience already That, the charge of the pages had been, the downloads were little less than an adventure similar to crossing the Atlantic swimming.

My parents' concern for my academic results

While my universe and my mind expanded with the network of networks. In studies each day I was going worse.

Clearly I remember that quarter in which I suspended almost all subjectsI still have the pain that I felt after having failed to my parents, but organic chemistry, physics, mathematics . . . I seemed much less fascinating than that world that opened Before me with the Internet or, what's doubt, that little world of scribbles misunderstood in which I was lost with Son Goku and his friends through the Paint.

It was such a concern for my studies that decided to go to talk to my teachers which came to say something like " Child is not dumb, what happens is that it is vague. "This did not feel very good about me Mother, an innate fighter whose story gives for a separate blog.

His despair reached such a point, that my parents appeared one day to talk to Javier and, tell the story that was the one who, based on those two hours a week in the afternoons we compata for several years, he said: "Take This child here because this kid has other things in the head. "

Mom I want to be an artist

Without being aware of all these conversations came the day in which I put my mother to my mother with a conversation in which I transmitted clear and directly "mom, I want to be an artist" together with a " leave this school and, from next year, I want to go to the institute to study That of making drawings on the computer. "As you can imagine, she does not That was too good and who was going to tell me what the future Next we gave us both after that conversation . . .