Okay, so I had my review for my beginning drawing class today. Lay out all the drawings on the tables, go over them with the Arie (our professor), talk about how you did, get a grade, talk with him in general, sort of verbal self-evaluation, all that happy stuff.

HE TOLD ME I SHOULD BE IN ART SCHOOL.

WOW.

*is amazed*

WTF?!

Just......ART SCHOOL. That's...kind of amazingly high praise for somebody who would never draw unless she had to because she was so terrible (not to mention afraid).

I....*faints from amazement at it all*

I never thought of myself as creative, certainly not in the past several years. I've avoided art like the plague, and only took it because a fine art is required to graduate here and they don't have any dance classes (where I can be told exactly what to do, do it, and go on).

I wanted to be an architect when I was little: read technical math stuff. And I liked playing with clay.

But I've NEVER been happy with my artwork before.

And now I am.

Well, sort of. At least I'm not throwing it out in shame?

BUT ART SCHOOL. H C*H@N#:!#JH BP(!B){H!B({!!!!BLKB!IB!OUBFN!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Somebody pinch me. Please?