[Chapter 5] Starting to study design

After a summer pleased by the recent events that had marked my life a few months ago and with everything he Effort that meant to get the previous course ahead, a new era began.

Full of illusion I arrived at the institute wanting to learn as much as possible about the Graphic design. Fine, three years later having discovered my passion.

Miguel, the teacher who taught me values

If I only had to keep one thing of those years of institute studying About printing, color theories, layout in quark xpress, types of Printing, photographic retouching . . . is Miguel.

Miguel was our tutor at that institute. Lucia gray hair and her eyes were a blue color sky that transmitted goodness and serenity. He was what is now said "a being of light. " Miguel knew how to separate the urgent of the important of life. And it was from the people who marked my way of acting before many circumstances of work teaching me to see that work was a part of life and that it was much more beyond design.

I began to be the best in studies

It is impressive what is able to move motivation and passion for what do you like it. At this time I felt every day surrounded by Interesting concepts. Study paper history or learn all keyboard shortcuts to Handling the photoshop seemed to me extremely exciting issues.

He lived in a bubble, everything came out easy. After spending all morning in the Institute came home and ate the books. Study, began to Be little less than a game for me.

I was going to class and, in addition to studying, I had the great luck of being able to have talks with Miguel, theorize of life, ask him about his experiences and tell me his stories. He always told me "you have to be like a sponge and try to absorb all possible knowledge "and that did each and every day I learned something new, the days passed quickly and the only Neuron that I always say I have, I didn't stop asking me for more and more information.

You have to take another way

My academic results spoke for themselves, as I would have liked that, that star I have in heaven, I would have been there to see it. The ability that I had to study and learn from what one day, in one of those conversations With Miguel he appeared with a folder.

"What are you doing here? "I wonder. I, surprised, I asked him what he meant. Miguel began to explain that He had been in class for years and in the background, most of the boys who passed For that predimpression module they were people who did not like studies or that they were not good and that they had gotten there to Try why they seemed a more or less interesting world with some outings professionals.

Then, he opened the folder and told me to look at the University of that Institute. That would give me many more professional outings than what was doing there. Basically he urged me to study an official career of those who proposed in that university that would make me get much more far.

Miguel was already aware, for those, of my family situation and my life story but, Never before, we had talked about what moved me to be studying the classes with him. It was, in that conversation in which I told him he was Fulfilling a dream that started twelve years, to make drawings in the computer. That he had already looked at the official careers there were (in that This time of design was light years at the academic level of offers that currently exist) and that nothing fit me.

I did not want to make beautiful arts, it was not good painting by hand, or I wanted to make sculptures. My passion were the drawings on the computer, I know It did good. I was also fascinated by technology and the Internet and, without being clear How, but I saw a world of possibilities there . . . but neither I wanted to do computer science since I felt that, for that way, for how it was oriented, killed the entire part of art and creativity that supposes the Design and what was, what really moved me inside.

I still remember how Miguel closed the folder without hesitation and said "if so clear about what You have, I will help you in everything I can. "And what if he did . . .