When my sister left for the airport she told me to go ____. I went and proceeded to get lost.
Frustrated, I walked into a cafe:
It was a note cafe so I wrote a note and proceeded to draw. I am capable of solitude and relaxing!
I find myself sitting between two college students and watching them draw work that i will not see myself doing until years later. The idea haunts me. I eat the following:
As i continue to attempt to draw something way beneath their level:
(sorry about the shadow, its my arm).
the teacher comes out and plops a book next to me:
“youll soon be done with this book this is your next.”
“I think i can manage.”
“Thats the spirit! Youre at the point now where nothing will be easy anymore and everything will be progressively harder. Few will make it and those that dont will interpret this as failure. If youre willing to learn this everything is on you now.”
i look to the left at the beautiful hydrangeas (my favorite flower) the student is drawing and to the right at the mushrooms the other student is. I look on the walls and remember the motto she spoke when i first started my lessons:
“turn your home into your own art gallery.”
i remember when i was younger and drawing was all i had for a friend and for company. I remember how unartistic i was and wanted to learn how to paint so badly that i saved up money for an easel and paints when i was eight. I remember scrounging up the money to pay for these classes.
I answered with a line drawn on the paper. And the teacher dismissed me, planning her next lesson as one that may break me apart.
Today in the fifth grade classroom was nothing sort of chaos – the kids were doing group projects and never before had they ever had to work together.
The teacher instructed me to monitor and monitor I did. There were many tears of frustration and in the end things turned out alright.
I suppose, more chaos tomorrow,the teacher predicts. I believe there will be less.
Walking home today in the chilled October weather, I walked past a house that had a lot of meaning to me. A house whose doors were always open and smiling hearts and warm food awaited.
I was a year younger, dressed in confusion. Newly out of the house with an argument behind me, I stumbled in once and fell in love. I felt like I was finally home after eighteen years of searching.
Well, the family left and the house still stands. I stood before it for a long while, thanking it but also regretting that I spent so much time there when really in my stubbornness, I should have been home with my parents. Talking things out, perhaps the situation I came under would have been easier to deal with.
The wind whipped my hair and chilled my cheeks, the door opened and I was almost happy and a little boy came out and I knew it was time for me to leave.