★ you're born with your hair matching the color of the sunny southern californian sky, to two parents madly in love but who should have never been allowed to raise a child. in your early years, you're more or less allowed to roam free, your music festival-loving, science-skeptical parents offering few guidelines beyond what their daily horoscope tells them.
★ in school, you're a pretty poor student, a result of both your parents' disbelief in the academic subjects and your disinterest in most activities beyond sports and, surprisingly, art. you're lucky in that you find what you want to do early in life — your canvas is the 3-d plane, your materials plastic and clay and anything and everything you can get your hands on.
★ your free-loving parents have always encouraged you to express this creative, emotional side of yourself. this, plus your genuine, cheery charm make you popular among your peers. of course, when you're young, you don't really know how to say no even if you wanted to, so you have your share of fun with pretty much anyone that's willing.
★ you end up at the pratt institute in brooklyn on a cross-country athletic scholarship, all the way across the country. the change of scenery lets you explore yourself a bit more. you specialize in sculpture and 3-d modern art, and your real talent is in your fingers, dexterous and skilled and capable of creating the most delicate pieces. you combine sunny californian spirit with the novelty and invention of new york, defining your own unique style that you'll continue to explore.
★ after graduation, you move back to southern california because you miss the sun and your old friends. at first, being an artist is rough — you live with your parents while you continue your vision, but eventually your work pays off and you start being shown at small exhibitions in the area.
★ it's not until you're twenty-five that someone suggests teaching to you. while you're getting by on your art and have moved out by then, the steady income and the fantastic benefits are too good to pass up (your parents never believed in brushing teeth and dentists, and you weren't always careful in your romantic exploits when you were younger). you interview at ridgeview high, where the old art teacher has just retired, and you're hired at a generous salary mostly due to your portfolio and friendly demeanor.
★ it turns out you're a pretty awful teacher. being good at art and teaching are two very different things, and the fact that you're so specialized doesn't help. it also doesn't help that your grading system can feel quite arbitrary at times — art, to you, is about passion, and sometimes passion is just more evident in more students than others.
★ but, you like the kids. and they like you, most of the time; you're a bit unconventional, retaining much of your parents' beliefs about things ranging from the lies of modern science to kids will be kids to weed should be legalized (you picked up dealing when you were a young, starving artist and strapped for cash, but these days you don't sell to students). and the school's regular paycheck gives you the freedom to focus on yourself and your art — you wouldn't trade that freedom for the world.