The Thrill of Demand

I came back to school with a tub of Country Crock & some White bread, Yuri brought us a 5 lb. block of sliced American, & DP though up the perfect name- Mad Munch.  

"Just like Munchie Man, but better," he said.    

I had a whole new outlook on my last semester at Lincoln.  I was an Art major looking to transfer to Southern (a.k.a. SIU Carbondale) but when speaking to my counselor one day I realized where that path may lead.

"Thirty thousand a year?" I asked.  "That's how much an art teacher makes?"  

"Yeah, right around there.  But, you gotta get your teachers degree, your teaching credential & then intern for a while before you get to that point," Mr. Snodgrass told me.  "It's a very rewarding profession, though.  To see your students learn & create- that's what makes it worthwhile."

I walked out of his office stunned, not so sure about my career choice.  It wasn't just about the money, but more the lack of freedom to blaze your own path & write your own story.  I wanted to do something bigger, something that would reach more people.   

It wasn't until a few weeks later, when my dorm extension (#6606) was ringing so much we had to stop taking calls, that I realized what was missing in my art classes.  The thrill of demand!

DP was flipping grilled cheeses on a full griddle, while Yuri was wrapping them in aluminum foil & dropping them into a brown paper bag.  "Take this to Scotty's on the 2nd Floor, then run these over to Chewy's in Carroll North 3rd floor," he said, handing me the sacks.  

It was almost 2AM & I would have to hurry back to my dorm.  There were more grilled cheeses that needed to be delivered.

P.S.- Happy Birthday Mom- thanks for steering me toward Lincoln, supporting my passion for art & all of my other wild endeavors!