As my dirty lead is marking on virgin territory and making its past very clear to everyone else. My lead that is clothed by a blue metal casing and silver grip, this is my tool for claiming what is truly mine and will later become more than a story. Some people see this lead holder as just a lead holder, I see him as super hero named Craig. Craig has told a lot of stories already in his life, big ones and little ones, abstract ones and simplistic ones. The stories that my dear friend Craig have told are similar but yet very different to the novels you and I read daily. He uses his creative mind and creates chapters in his novels.
I have known Craig for four years now and he has never told the same story twice. He sometimes borrows bits and pieces from some of his older novels that he truly likes. He stole these ideas because he agreed with the rhythm and contrast of his past novel. He constructs the beginning of his novel just like every other writer does with a bubble map or other rough sketches of what he wants his main ideas to look like. Craig works in this room filled with many desks but some have the same view and some have different views. Craig and I happen to have the same view as each other. We were lucky enough to be able to look upon the outside world through a slightly dusty sheet of glass. This glass was the separation of the real world and our imaginations going crazy. Another group of people were not so lucky; they have to stare at a lifeless brick wall. Looking at this wall would drive me nuts feeling trapped inside my mind not allowing Craig to be creative as he breaks in the newly recruited paper.
Craig writes the same as everyone else does by moving himself up and down, side to side to create words, sentences, chapters, and novels. However, he spells differently, actually he doesn’t spell at all. That’s “write”, he doesn’t write anything with words. Craig tells his unique story by marking a series of marks and figures on the paper.
Craig and I have been a team since day one in drafting class, my freshman year. This is the first time I have truly understood the concept chapters and plots within a novel. Even though drafting isn’t most people ideal form of writing, it is mine. I could see the full picture or the “plot” before I finished the drawing. Spelling and making stories flow was always hard for me, however I can make my drawings flow into one another.
I discovered this amazing gift of drafting my freshman year and fell in love with it only two weeks in. I always love geometric drawings so I excelled faster than rest of my classmates. I was the kid that could write that “perfect” draft the first time, but this time it wasn’t with words but with a series of lines.
Craig became my best friend in my drafting class. We learned how to make every angle possible with only two simple triangles. We spent the first couple of weeks completing all the assignments that were given out for the semester. Once my teacher realized that Craig and I achieved high skill level faster than normal he pulled me aside. He said “this is one of my old drafting books from college, look through this book and try to some of the drawing in here”. Craig and I took the challenge of the book. Together we drew the first half of the book. We meet many other friends along the way that widen my horizons of drafting. I was introduced to protractors, different kinds of leads, compasses, and many more, this made Craig’s stories more interesting. After doing these drawing for two weeks and having rest of my work done for that class already I went up to my teacher ad showed him my drawing and progress. He then asked me “have you ever thought about being an architect or doing anything along those lines?” I told him “I have thought about it in little detail but never seriously.” After our long conversation I decided to to put down Craig for a little and do some research on my computer. I looked into the professional manner more and saw what I had to do, to become an architect.
As the next couple years past Craig and I took a drafting class each year together, even though he didn’t have a choice. We explored the different fields of architecture together. I began to tell more detailed and longer stories with Craig. We begun with a single line and then some more and more. I spent so much time on the littlest detail, a project that should of took me an hour, ended up taking me couple days. I began to fall in love with my work and my work turned into my free time.
This was the first time that I truly understand how to write a paper like no other. I was so proud of my work that I did I didn’t even let the teacher staple it to anything. One thing my teacher did that bothered me and I think pushed me harder than anything else is that he never gave out 100’s. I asked him one day, why is that and he responded with, “no matter how hard you try, how hard you push, how accurate you are, the drawing can always have more detail and be better.” This bothered me so much that I would sit there working on a drawing all night in my free time and bring it in the next day expecting to finally get that 100 but it wasn’t there.
Drafting finally became normal writing for me, I could never get that perfect score I dreamed of. At the end of the semester of my senior year, my teacher asked to speak with me after the class left. I stayed behind that day after class, he handed me a piece of paper. I took this out of his and looked at it, this was my report card of this year with all the assignments and grades listed on them. I read them and saw that he turned all my 99’s into 100’s. I asked him “why”? He smiled and responded with “I have never had a student excel as fast as you did, I couldn’t give you a 100 because I knew you wouldn’t push yourself this way. I gave you a 99 on all your drawings so you would push yourself harder and realize how much you truly like it.” I was astonished by this response.
Later on in that year I shared with my teacher that I got accepted into the architecture program at UNCC, which was my dream. He knew how hard Craig and I worked for this and was very proud of me. It was not until this year I realized that I have been writing my own stories flawlessly. When I here the word writing I now think of Craig and how drafting is my story telling, and I hope I can share that later on with people. I hope to write a novel 25 stories high and have the plot so twisted and abstract that it amazes the readers and they question reality.