Narrative Essay On Brave New World

Growing up, I practically lived in dress up clothes. I had a wild imagination that would take me on all kinds of adventures. Each day I woke up with the attitude of being able to conquer the world having very little limits in my mindset. I saw a world where the possibilities were endless. This belief often would reflect into my playtime, where I was constantly changing my ideal career path. As the sun’s morning light pierced through my window, I could feel an eager jolt pulling me out of my bed with the desire to begin a new day. A day that I could make anything of. Where I could be the President of the United States collaborating with my country on important topics, an astronaut traveling in unknown space discovering new planets, or a Marine Biologist diving into the depths of the sea. However as the years went by and many memories were made, the days began to

“Cartooning isn’t a way of art. It’s a way of seeing” (McCloud 2). My eyes transformed into camera lenses where I began to see beauty in the smallest of things, wanting to capture the world around me through another angle. I began to take film classes at the Napa Valley College where I was shown how to find the true depth in a film and how to capture its message by using all its components. Gaining more knowledge on film itself; how it has evolved over time, with all its different forms and the power it can have over an audience by spreading a message, grew my love and passion for this medium even more.Film classes provided me with the reassurance that this is a dream worth fighting for. My senior year in high school a requirement to graduate was that you had to complete an internship somewhere, and have 50 hours working there. Doing an internship that related with the film industry was really important to me because it would be a great way for me to try out this field, and to also get my name out there, so I began to