Mondays are... a chance for new beginnings.
Today I was doing a little theoretical learning about surfing. I mentioned (a few?) posts ago that I was really excited about learning, mainly because I felt stunted (by my own fears) in the world of skate, and surfing opened up a “no pressure” solution. And as I sat there, opening tab after tab of information, I felt like an outsider–but not in a bad way. The feeling is best described by ignorance. When you’re reading about something new and all of a sudden you look up and wonder, what the heck did I just read? New vernacular is always the hardest, and, in my opinion, the icebreaker.
It’s the lingo, and albeit the lingo isn’t going to teach me how to surf (big surprise), it reminded me of two juxtaposed moments: when I was learning to longboard and when I was beginning to delve into the world of graphic design. When I first started longboarding, I worried so much about getting the lingo right, mainly because I wanted to feel like I knew what I was talking about. Those were also different times; you didn’t see many girls pick up a board in 2010 so it was tough. Add a whole lot of teenage angst and a dash of sexism from my fellow (male) skaters, and you get a pretty clear visual of 16-year old me. If someone mentioned trucks or bearings, I felt obligated to prove myself.
Graphic design came a little later, but not by much. It was near the end of my junior year in high school. I have to confess that I never saw graphic design as a viable (profitable) career option. I wanted to be a crime-fighting psychologist and design was just a hobby. I didn’t hungrily search for tutorials, or a breakdown of the design lingo–it wasn’t (dare I say it?) my interest. But I learned the lingo anyway. Why? Because lingo is the icebreaker to learning.
Fast-forward six years and a lot has changed but some things remain the same. I still get giddy when it’s time to learn new lingo. I’ve learned that theoretical learning is kind of like a pre-test: you won’t remember too much of it, and will probably get most of the questions wrong, but at the end of the semester you’ll inadvertently have learned so much of a topic that was once, for lack of a better word, foreign.