Jen’s Story

 

 

Jenifer

 

 

 

Jenifer

 

 

 

Jen & Grandma

 

 

 

Jen & Brad

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Exchange Student in Paris

 

 

 

 

Jens art

 

 

 

Jens art

 

 

Jens art

 

“Cry baby” …

From the first day of pre-school that seamed to be my name. I would cry and I wouldn't know why. My friends (the few I had) would say I either cried too much or laughed too much.

 

They said I could never just be normal.

 

Little did I know that I was picking up on their emotions and expressing their sentiments as if they were my own! I wouldn't figure this out until 30 years later.  But I loved everyone no matter how they treated me. I grew up like this.

 

When I was in the 3rd grade one of my "friends" was on the bus with me. She was sitting on the floor and using the seat as a table. She was using this pretty green marker and writing really neat. I asked her what she was doing. She replied, "Calligraphy." I asked her where she learned how to do it. She responded, "Girl Scouts."

 

I ran home and begged my mom to join the Girl Scouts because they were teaching Calligraphy. The next day I went to school with $3.00 firmly gripped in my hand to join those Girl Scouts. By the next Tuesday, I was firmly ensconced in Girl Scouts just in time for the Calligraphy classes to be over. I was devastated. I did not intend to go back. My mother had other ideas. She had paid $3.00 I was staying for a year.

 

My dad was a teacher at the time, at Great Oaks Police Academy. He spoke to the Art Instructor there and explained my situation. That year for my birthday, I received a beautiful book on Calligraphy along with 9 different colored Calligraphy markers. I was in heaven. I taught myself how to do every kind of Calligraphy in the book (there were about 50). Every Year after that I received a new Set of Calligraphy Pens. Every one nicer than the last set. By the time I was in the 8th grade, I was good. That is also when I changed from a private school to a public one. I went from a class of 23 to a class of over 200. My first day of school (it was 2 months into the school year) I entered my new art class.

 

. This was the first time I had gotten to take art as an elective.  I was very excited.

They were into there 4th week of Calligraphy. Coincidence?

The teacher was very curt with me when she explained I was very behind and would have to catch up with the rest of the class on my own time. She quickly showed me the first 5 letters of the German black letter Calligraphy and said, "You watch me do these, and then you do them. If they are good enough I will show you how to do the next 5." Little did she know this was my favorite type of Calligraphy. After I had finished the 1st half of the alphabet she asked me if I had done Calligraphy before. I nonchalantly replied, " Once or twice." By the end of the class, I finished the German Blackletter Calligraphy and the Chancery (the prior lesson). By the end of the second class, I was 2 weeks ahead of the class and had already finished my final project- a poem written in Calligraphy.

 

As I went on through high school, I continued to take art as my elective. Once again, the teacher there concentrated 6 weeks on Calligraphy. The teacher actually asked me to help the other students. By this time, my own writing looked like Calligraphy. I also started getting on other people when their writing was illegible. My comment to them was:

"Why do you bother writing if no one can read it. Writing is a form of communication. If I can't read it then you must not want to communicate."

 

I won a lot of friendships that way. LOL!

 

Shortly after high school, I went back to the school everyday to help my art teacher teach Calligraphy. I graded the papers and helped the students with there writing. I loved it. After high school, I went to Art College and designed my own type of calligraphy. I took 2 completely different types and combined them together. The professors thought I was joking when I told them I was going to do this. They stopped laughing when I showed them my final product. They were impressed. Sometime that year I realized I loved art but would never be able to make a decent living at it, so I went into the finance industry. I've worked for credit card companies, mortgage companies, banks and finance companies, all as management. The finance world was a great source of income. I approved loans and met many clients. This was before everything was done on computers. Everything had to be handwritten.

 

Shortly I was able to sense who was going to pay and who wasn't by looking at there writing.

 

I never understood it and I couldn't explain it. I thought it was me being anal because of my "perfect handwriting."

Then I discovered a little book on Handwriting Analysis. I was fascinated. I studied the book from cover to cover. Then I began finding more and more books. I jumped in with both feet.

 

I discovered that if a person's handwriting is illegible it might be because they have something to hide (depending on a lot of other factors). 

 

Then I discovered how to read dishonesty in the writing. Wow. I had a feeling about people’s handwriting and now I understood why. I began taking Graphology courses wherever I could find them. I began giving handwriting analysis to anyone that wrote in front of me. I had a lot of clients who poured their heart out to me when I saw something in their writing. I then began studying psychology on a small scale.

 

(Graphology is a part of psychology- psychology intrigues me to this day).

 

I found that handwriting is brain writing and if you change your handwriting, you can change certain things about your personality. So, when I read Handwriting I often offer samples of how to improve your handwriting.

 

I am not a doctor and I can not diagnoses illness but I can see problems both physical and emotional
 and can suggest you see your family doctor

 

Over the years in the financial world, I had created a very tough exterior. I was in a man's business and had to act like a man. I suppressed all my feelings. I became very good at my career. One day I had a disagreement with my boss. I tried to walk away from him but he just kept following me around hounding me. The floodgates opened. I left work that day and went on a disability leave. I didn't feel like I could report him because I was supposed to be management...If I couldn't handle him then how could I handle my employees?

After quite a few ups and downs in my personal and professional life, I began to explore my love of the written word in depth.

What I learned, is that the way I was writing, was highly directed to the way I was living! The professional hurdles and personal obstacles I was enduring...were clearly outlined, in my writing!

Handwriting analysis now had me intrigued!

It became my passion.

I explored and researched the different techniques of graphology and graphotherapy...

Bringing me to this day.

My passion is my vocation.

 

 

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