Much much later (after I got out of the military and came home) I met my old English teacher, who among other things told me that nearly all the teachers agreed that I was the best writer and the best artist of that class (not shabby when you consider I graduated with 3500 other seniors.) My favorite part: I was the only senior to win two major awards that year, which really pissed off all the suck ups. :)
My daughter, aka the little apple that didn't fall too far off this tree, is making a little money on the side by picking up art commissions, and she accepted a major one to do a custom painting for the mother of one of her friends. Since she needs room to work, I gave her the sewing room to work in:
Here's the preliminary sketch for her painting:
I'll sneak in and take more pics as it progresses.
Comments
Your little apple does great work! Looks like the makings of a Norman Rockwell scene.
I can't imagine you were anything but wonderful in school! It had to all be a mistake.
My favorite clash was when I almost got expelled when I threw down on a PhD Literature teacher who was spouting nonsense about Canterbury Tales and called her an idiot. The dean decided to move me into another class when she discovered that I was right and PhD was wrong about Chaucer. :)
I can totally see you going toe to toe with a bully. Good for you.
Kat is really way more talented than I was. Can't wait to see how this turns out. :)
I had a lot of hostility toward authority and nothing to lose, so I considered school a joke. My mother was too busy trying to hold the family together after her divorce to properly parent me. The military worked most of that bad attitude out of me, but as a teen I was like a feral cat.