Move Along, Move Forward

When I was in high school, I took an art class. I remember coming in the early morning at 8 am. One my way to class, I could also hear the school’s band tuning their instruments. I can’t forget the smell of the morning and the sound of the band. I didn’t know how to draw. As the semester went by, I began to draw more and more, obviously, and I even amazed myself at times—impressed with how far I’ve come.  By the end of the term, I decided that I wanted to be an artist. I felt a bit insecure though because there were other students with so much more talented.

Most call them “naturally gifted.” Of course, I was not naturally gifted. I had to draw a lot and tons a lot of mistakes. I decided to buy my teacher a small present for the last class. But…