Fair Warning to those with bad attention spans. This may be one of my longest blogs yet. But, I'm basically telling half of my life story here so it's hard to sum this shit up and get the point across.Part Two? Yes. Because that friend had specific motive in that message that you should have noticed I referred to in Part One.
The situation with the non-contributing sister was presented to me with the intention of helping me see a point of view that my mother may have in terms of me not staying with her for any given time. The point of Part One needed it's own blog like the point of this one does.
The following are quoted lines from the message:
"If you went to stay with your mother and offer to at least pay your
portion of the rent? If many people stay in your moms home, divide the
number of people by her rent and just pay your portion of the rent."Well, sure that makes sense.
"...your willing to
at least pay your portion of the rent, I almost know for sure that your
mother will let you come stay with her."She would probably rather I save and get my own place. But, still the logic here makes complete sense.
"
I don't know your situation..."
And so we at last get to the point of Part Two:
I was never the that kid in class who did all the assignments. I was never the popular kid. I was not the "A" student. On the flip side...
I was never stupid, lol. I was never a "troublemaker". But, I
was the kid who sat in most of my classes wondering: "So...yeah...why do I need to learn this shit, again?"
I have for as long as I can remember been a very preemptive thinker. I recall sitting in a number of different classes trying to figure out where and when the lesson of the day might actually prove useful for the average human being working any number of different occupations. Let's just say that I never came to a sensible conclusion for most of them, lol.
Point is...even though as a student you're
required to do this shit, I have never been the type of person to put very much energy or concentration into anything I did not enjoy doing. Especially, if it seemed like there was nothing to really be gained from it other than a decent GPA[you kidding me? LMAO]. Thus, I received my first set[as in more than one, lol] of "F's" on my report card in 7th grade[if I remember correctly]. I pulled it together at the last minute and graduated Elementary school. Moved on to High School and wound up repeating the process for the same reasons, haha. Got demoted to Junior status my senior year due to the lack of sufficient credits and still graduated on time with my classmates. Stick that shit in your asshole, educational system.

I knew my grades would not likely get me into every college out there. But, it was irrelevant. I was not and still am not one who should be in just any college anyway.
Most of grades slipped for two reasons:
1. Didn't care for the useless "knowledge" the class offered.
2. Got caught up playing Video Games when homework should have been done. Also accounted for a lot lateness in high school from late night gaming sessions, lol.
Alas, I had officially found my calling when I was 13. Until then I had gone though wanting to be an Astronaut, Baseball Player, Hockey Player, Colorist, Comic Book Artist, Magician, Musician, Animator, Architect and even a Cartoonist. But, at 13 I figured it out and have been sure ever since.
I WANT TO MAKE VIDEO GAMES!
Sadly, there aren't many
good institutions out there that offer the knowledge one needs to be a good Game Designer without throwing in a bunch of Gen Ed bullshit in the curriculum. What's even worse is that most of the schools that offer any such programs only opened to take advantage of the sudden rise of interest in the market so as to gain profit. I partially hold the general public responsible for never taking the industry seriously.

When I got out of High School I went to the first place I could find that was teaching 3D Modeling/Animation out of fear that if "Big Brother" started looking my way and saw I was not in school that I might be "Army Material". I graduated in 2003. Remember, that one only 2 years after the September 11th incident. Mom didn't want me in the army[ever]. I sure as hell was not about to go if I could prevent it. So out of fear I signed up with what
looked like a decent place to get an education.
The International Academy of Design and Technology.
Unless, you're into Fashion Design, I suggest you avoid this excuse for a school[along with
any school that constantly advertises itself on television]. It sucks. It's only recently become somewhat accredited and the reps will lie to you just to get you to attend.
I seemed like an alright place at first. But, the longer I was there the less I had faith in what I would get from attending. People started saying things that made the school's integrity very questionable. The more I reviewed the curriculum, the more I questioned the relevance. People in the Video Game industry[or any industry for that matter] don't give a shit about the "A" or "F" you got in English or History or whatever.
Can you do the job required and can you do it how we need it done?Everything else is meaningless. Math scores don't mean shit if you're a Newspaper Columnist. History classes have no use in the profession of Accounting. Get my drift?
So, I left knowing that any further time there would likely be a waste. I wound up at Robert Morris College a few weeks later and left after one quarter for the same reason. Curriculum was flawed and full of useless classes. I decided from then on if I went back to school it had to be the
right school. No exceptions. It had to be everything I was looking for if it was gonna get my money and my time.
I found that school...in fucking Hollywood, California of all places[got wind of it while at IADT, of all places]. GNOMON. Had the chance to even go out to Los Angeles in January of 2007 and visit and see that everything was ideal. EVERYTHING. Except for ONE thing...
This school was one you had to be at Monday to Friday from like 9 to 5. Like a job. So, working outside of school hours? HA! Forget it. And anyone who has ever looked for a job to
only work on weekends knows that is almost impossible. The only person I know who lives out there is my aunt. I could have certainly tried to stay with her and go to Gnomon. But, like most of you out there, provided shelter does not come free. She knew that I would have to basically dedicate my life to that school to finish properly.
SHE WAS WITH ME WHEN THE DAMN ADMISSIONS REP BROKE IT ALL DOWN, LMAO! There wasn't anything to fuckin' think about. And yet when we left she was still talking this shit about how if I stayed with her I had to help contribute.
WHERE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO THE MAN WHEN WE WERE IN HIS OFFICE?!?!



NINE TO FIVE! Even then the homework and projects would likely keep me at school for a considerable time after hours.
THAT MEANS THAT FOOD, SHELTER AND TRANSPORTATION HAS TO BE COVERED FROM START TO FINISH. IT AIN'T ROCKET SCIENCE.
But, NOOOOOOOO! What's worse is for YEARS she had been calling me here in Chicago from Cali talking about how much she wanted me out there with her to pursue what she knew I wanted to do. Hypocritical if you ask me. If only her sister was different. It didn't help that we can't seem to go a good 10 minutes without argument, either. I have my way of doing things and she has hers. Too bad they are significantly different otherwise it may have worked out.
I left Cali with the intention of coming back ASAP and got back to Chicago only to find myself incredibly indecisive. This would have been the first time I had ever lived outside of Chicago and it would not have necessarily been in a mentally stable household. Hell, I was wiling to at least risk experiencing a few quakes here and there if it meant realizing my dream. But, my aunt is the ONLY person I know out there. So, if things got to sour I would have to come all the way back to Chicago empty handed.
Naturally, auntie gets all pissy and comes to the conclusion that "I'm not doing anything with my life". My grandmother had an aneurysm about 2 months later and needed brain surgery. I soon discovered that she left power of attorney of all her shit to my aunt of all people.

We got into one last argument not long after granny's surgery and she and apparently "confirmed" I wasn't doing anything with my life and needed to go. Power of attorney gave her the right to kick me out of someone else's house.

I didn't know it was a crime to be indecisive. Especially when you aren't even close to 30 yet, lol. Mind you I'm not even 25 yet as I write this blog. I say I still have plenty of time to get things straight. But, time does not wait for you to get your shit in order because time is usually what one needs to do that.
Anyway, I moved in with a friend last minute and later discovered the ideal school for my career goal. When I say ideal this time I mean it don't get no better than this:
FLASHPOINT ACADEMYNo, not the TV show, lol. This school is almost just like Gnomon. The curriculum is completely focused on your major. The facilities and instructors are excellent. People from the industry are even invited to come and speak to the students every month to offer insight and advice. Not to mention support with job placement after graduation. But, here is the best part...
IT'S RIGHT IN DOWNTOWN CHICAGO!






You know...the place I live. The place I where was born and raised. It's even right around the corner from the shithole of a school I left before so it it ain't hard to find. Even better it is only a 2-year program[as opposed to Gnomon which is 3 years].
Problem? Yup. Same one as Gnomon. 9-5 hours. Little to no time for an outside job.
Naturally in all my excitement I call my mother and tell her the news.
"That's great, baby. But, you still need to work on getting your own place..."WHAAATTT?!?!?!



























I just told you the perfect solution to all my problems and
that's your response?
Going to this school means the following:
-Learning what I need to be a Game Designer. For real this time.
-Getting a job as a Game Designer which will allow me to efficiently pay off student loans[like the ones that are plaguing me now

]. You know, cause Game Designers actually get paid a reasonable salary?
-Getting my own place like you want and being able to support to myself doing something I actually enjoy.
Now, the fucked up thing you may ask is why didn't I find this great school when I was looking after I graduated from high school. Three words:
IT DIDN'T EXIST!
Flashpoint Academy was established in late 2006/early 2007. That's like...I dunno...4 YEARS AFTER I GOT OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL!

I mean I have heard of inconvinient before but that one was just ridiculous for me. Because every other school in Chicago that offers a "Video Game" related program sucks and Flashpoint is the only one worth probably anyone's time if you ask me. Otherwise you're better off in another state.
Too make an incredibly long story short[whoops, too late

]:
I have the opportunity of a lifetime to achieve a truly magnificent goal that will effect the rest of my life...THE REST OF MY LIFE. Let metype that again.
THE. REST. OF . MY. LIFE.And of all the people I would expect to have my back on this. She ain't got shit to say to me but the usual parental garbage about getting a job, my own place and paying my bills.
News flash! You and I are not the same kind of person! Regardless of a few similarities[and the fact you gave me life], I am not and will never be content working remedial minimum wage jobs just for the sake of
survival. You should know my potential more than anyone, MOTHER.

I'm a BLACK MAN IN A WHITE MAN'S BODY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I don't think like a
nigga and I have actual dreams, goals and aspirations.
And yet you have yet to offer me homestay in the opportunity that I get accepted to Flashpoint.
You may as well have given up on the dream for me if you can't even find it in you to help YOUR FIRST BORN SON. 
Who the fuck else is anyone supposed to turn to if not their own mother? I don't have very many physical belongings and I wouldn't need much more than a place to sleep, food to eat, and maybe a bus card to get to school[I mean come on. From your house I only need one train!].
I have a new theory as of now. My father made the decision to cut off contact fom his parents when he moved to Indianapolis to become the lawyer he is today. We learned this when you took me out to meet them, remember?
My new theory is that you secretly fear I will do the same. A
decent job would give me no reason to come back to you for anything other than just to say "hello" because I wouldn't
need you anymore, right? Admit your fear[if my theory is correct, that is] and offer your sanctuary so that I move forward with my life as I rightfully deserve and how you would originally would have hoped from the time of my conception in 1985.
Otherwise, you prove yourself as nothing more than the storage space for my belongings that you already assume the role of as we speak. If I am to do this alone[or with little no help], I will intentionally cut off those who did nothing to help if we both knew good and well they could.
Until then I remain working for pennies on the dollar under the roof of friends wondering how I'm supposed to achieve this seemingly unobtainable goal of mine. All while trying to pay off angry student loan people.

That is my situation. That's why I'm pissed. That's why I wish I was born in 1989[the year of the Serpent]. If I was born a Serpent instead of an Ox I would have graduated High School just as Flashpoint was being established and surely be there right now finishing up my second year. DAMN, this blog is long.

-CoryCow