I was just in class today and I found this gem. 🙂
I was just in class today and I found this gem. 🙂
Valentine’s day may be a great time for the celebration for how much you love someone, but I believe it truly is just a time for massive consumers to just..get things because they can. While it is nice to get something for a sweet heart or someone who’s significant in life, it still costs a large amount of money to get those things. (It’s expected to hit nineteen point seven billion this year in the US) On top of that, sometimes people get irrationally irritated if you don’t get them anything for that day.
On the subject of getting irrationally irritated, today( which is Valentine’s day) I brought some cookies, and I was planning on giving to my teachers. Now, my school teachers are actually significant in my life. I appreciate their input in my school work, and they have made my school year great so far. A classmate of mine asked me if they could have one, and I politely said no. I’m assuming since I said no, the sky darkened, and the earth began to crack for them. They were very upset at me, and said something pretty unnecessary. They did all of that, just because they wanted a cookie. Clearly something is wrong here, and it’s not just the sprinkles on top of the cookies that tasted like rubber, after I tasted them later on in the day.
Many people don’t even know why we celebrate Valentine’s day, or any other holiday. (That’s very sad)I don’t know much about the history, but I’ve done some research on the holiday before. I know that the whole thing, started as a execution party of several people that were named Valentine/ St. Valentine. It was also a Roman festival, and possibly taken from a pagan holiday. (( Good website to find that sort of information on ))
Yes, I do wish that it was just another Halloween, because (spooky kid here :P) it’s my favorite holiday, but I have a soft spot for the Valentine’s Day, even though I believe it’s just for consuming. I for one, love the large dolls that are usually in the front of stores where I live, and discounts on certain store brought items after that day. I love making hand made cards for people, and the look of happiness that people get when they figure out that someone, somewhere thought of them on that day.
(Images aren’t mine)
All my life I’ve been told that art isn’t a real career, or that I won’t get far with it. “Why don’t you try another career instead of that one?” or ” You know, you’ll only get more money when you die.” I’ve even doubted myself from time to time, and start to wonder if my art is enough to make it in the professional world, or even receive an award: I start to ask myself the most controversial question, “Am I really an artist?” When I was young, I was carefree, much like other children, but I always drew pictures in class. In elementary school, there were two twin monsters with wrinkly skin(aka. bullies )that taunted me about my art, and said that I wasn’t that good, and that they could do better.
In high school, during my 3rd year, I had a teacher that graded everyone in the class really hard, especially me. That whole year I believe that she saw my art as “lacking potential” and she graded it that way as well. I got a 50 on a print of mine, just because the ink wasn’t printed out neatly on the paper. She laughed at my face when I explained to her the reasons why I wasn’t going to a certain art club (that she had administrated) at my school.
On the flip side, I’ve been told that I have a “gift” in drawing and writing things, and that my personality is bound to get me into something big in the art world. I feel I’m in some sort of heavenly, peaceful bubble when I draw. I tell myself that that’s not the work of someone else’s hands, but mine, and that I’ve created something interesting. I’ve been told that my art and writings are “weird” or “Obscene”, but I really do like it that way. I love drawing, writing, or doing anything dealing with art, and I aim to have a career in that wonderful interest of mine.
Some teachers of mine really helped me see my potential. My middle school teacher was..(lets call her) Mrs. C. She was a stubby, short lady with beautiful read, short cut hair. She always wore large dresses, and had green eyes that reminded me of blades of grass. Her voice was quiet, but filled with wisdom and guidance when she talked, even though she was 33. She made the class look at themselves in the mirror to see the human body, and stand up and move around with partners to figure out how to draw something. It was quite fun, and it made me less nervous, considering I was the new kid there.
Mrs. C made the whole class seem less boring, and what made it even better was that most of the class time was spent outside. On top of all this, when I had signed up to go to an art high school miles away because my family and I were moving, she’d sent a detailed letter of recommendation describing me to the art program at the school. One thing that baffled me, was when she wrote that I showed no hesitation or fear of failure in my artwork. ( I didn’t get into the school, but her letter made me think that maybe I didn’t need a fancy art school to have evidence that I was really good at art in the future)
Another teacher of mine, who I’ve had during my 1st, 2nd, and this year of high school is..(lets call him) Mr. W. He’s of average height, and doesn’t have very much head hair, but has a beard that reminds me of an old man, with a lot to say. He truly does have a large amount of things to say(especially when he explains the lesson plan for the day), but he’s very sarcastic and fun. He makes a lot of jokes about his beard and the lesson plan.
Mr. W seems to have this aura of fun around him, and he has blue eyes, that look like they were painted on him in detail. All my high school years have been fun with him, and I could spend hours in his room learning what he teaches. When I applied to a college, he sent me a paper written\typed version of what he thought of me, and what I’d bring to that college program.It amazed me when he wrote, ‘I believe that her creativity and conceptual ability would be an inspiration to others. ‘
Overall, even though I’ve been through a lot of blocks in the road, and had some doubts, I still draw, and have people in my life that have made a difference to me. They remind me that even though I have my doubts, I can keep going and achieve my dreams of being an artist.
(Images are not mine)(All things in quotations are things really said/written)
Not just a play thing or such a Dame that i can’t see
but i need you again
Lies that sweeten up like candy and Evaporate like
Smoke but i need you like
Sand needs ocean water to fill its dry skin
and i need you again
Thinking along the lines of mental disorders with this one. This was drawn 1 week ago with pencil and colored pencils. I used to do a large amount of research about mental disorders because I wanted to be a psychologist. Even though I don’t have that interest extensively now, I believe that psychology is an interesting subject, and should be pursued by anyone who really wants to know why the brain acts like it does.
I find this woman very interesting, because she talks about so much more than hair and makeup. I believe that she deserves much more subscribers. She talks about things in a very detailed way, and the clothes/accessories she wears are quite pretty. I would recommend subscribing to her YouTube. 🙂
Since Christmas and New Years I’ve gone through a lot of things, especially at home. I have always craved adventure, independence, and to be around people who won’t bring me down. Some people that were close to my heart believed that they knew whatwas best for me when it comes to the college that I’ll go to: It saddens me that they’ll never truly believe in my potential. I wish to go to a college in a city for residential benefits, but they believe otherwise. I got accepted there and those people weren’t happy with me about that. Now there is a new rule at home and I’ve been angry about it ever since. They won’t help me pay for college like I thought they would, so now I’m in the process of getting a job, and paying for college by myself(with some scholarships of course). I’d hoped that I would still have trust in the people close to my heart, but now I find that sometimes it’s best to be by myself when it comes to my dreams for a while. It’s also best to be a little bit positive, after all I would’ve got accepted into that college without being positive! 🙂