The Lion's Pride Lion's Pride Volume 12 (Spring 2019) | Page 48

Getting older, I entered high school and went to a tech trade school.
Half of the day, I was at the high school, then the other half I was at
Sno-isle Tech. I was taking the CSNT course for computers there, trying
to get experience to get a well-paying tech job. In that class, I met lots of
people, people who I still talk to today and make plans with. Sitting in
my CSNT class, I looked at the handwriting of a student that was sitting
near me. His hand writing had a style to it that I had never seen before,
and it made me curious on how he learned to write like that. Later on in
the class, the student was whispering to another, showing the student
something on his phone. I, of course, butted in and asked what he was
showing the other student. The student held up his phone and showed
me some graffiti that he had painted under a bridge. Seeing this opened
my eyes to graffiti for the first time and interested me, because I did not
know what it was or why people would do that.
Throughout the year, I would talk to this student, asking him to
explain how he did that and why. He would always laugh, because he
had been writing graffiti for years and was very skilled in it. Me, being
seen as some younger kid asking about graffiti with no experience, did
not interest the student, but I did not stop. Graffiti, to me, was something
that I had never understood and could not even comprehend how to
create something so unreadable yet have it say something. This student
eventually took me under his wing. To this day, he gives me advice on
my work and helps me with my art.