

It's genetic (part 5)
In May of 1994 I graduated from Art Center College of Design. My whole family was there that sunny day in Pasadena, sitting in folding chairs in the grass behind Art Center's long, dramatic, steel and concrete Bauhaus building. After the ceremony, I joined my parents, step-parents, boyfriend, and grandparents, near the steps up to the building. I know they were all very proud of me graduating with honors from the school I had yearned to attend after I grew disillusioned with