I first realized I was going to be a florist shortly after Christmas 2020. After the national Christmas holidays were closed, I finished the first quarter of CAP work in a florist’s shop in Aix-en-Provence. I am 22 years old, a “gadzart”, that is, a graduate of the National School of Arts and Crafts (Ensam) and Industrial Design from the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow, Scotland.

At the beginning of the school year, in September, the teacher of the learning center warned the students of my class about the risk of dropping out of school: “Those who survive the year-end holidays will be able to practice this profession. » I’m in. I will not return to engineering.

My first memories of flowers go back to early childhood. I am about 4 years old, watching poppies grow in my grandparents’ garden. Curious, I open the buttons to reveal the color of the petals. I was told if they were white they were a prince; roses, princess; red, king or queen… Enough to tell stories and make your own.

My parents are teachers: my mother is a school teacher, my father is a tennis teacher. With their support, my path of academic ascent has long been straight. They accepted me at Sacré-Cœur, a private college in Aix-en-Provence. The institution is located opposite another public institution, the Aix campus of the National School of Arts and Crafts. I have always been a good student, at the top of my class. I like math and physics, but also tennis and classical dance, which I did until the end of high school. I am academic and serious.

“I have no sense of competition”

The bachelor’s year comes, I pass it with the indication “very good”, with a bonus in mathematics 20/20. All doors to higher education can open for me. The Management System after the Baccalaureate is the predecessor of APB, Parcoursup. I started by ruling out what I didn’t want: medicine because I didn’t like the sight of injury, and the law because I didn’t like writing.

I don’t want preparatory classes either. I have no sense of competition. I don’t want to deal with teachers who demand a lot and don’t give what they ask for. Every time I meet a prep school student, they seem to be suffering… I don’t want to suffer.

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