Flipping through my journal here, made me think of this one time in school. You see, we were making christmas cards for a project in school.. and we were gonna make extras and go to one of the local old folks homes and give them christmas cards.. and (just so you know.. I wasnt one to assert myself in school) my teacher likely thought i was useless or dumb.. and I designed my card and everything.. average work nothing great or anything.. cause i actually liked that project.. and then I sat and thought about what to put inside.. and I made a nice little poem about how people and snowflakes were both unique.. dont remember it all or else it would be in here.. but the point is, I went to turn it in and she read it and she asked If i wrote it, I nodded... she clearly didnt believe me cause she gave me this look.. and then she asked me again.. as if i was lying and that i might come forward.. but I assured her that it was my original work.. she still gave me that look and then said okay and then I went to sit back at my station.. that moment in school... just really upset me.. at the fact that she didnt believe I wrote it.. just cause i sucked at digital art.. and I slacked a bit.. didnt mean I couldnt write something, touching elegant and beautiful(or atleast I like to think).. so i liked her less after that day..
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