#8

About Me & My story:

I started taking art classes when I was 6 years old. I just loved drawings and paintings. From that point, I knew this was the THING for me. All my friends loved my drawings. I used to draw and do silly things on the text book in the class (who doesn't?). One day, I was drawing stuff on my text book as usual. Then, my history teacher caught me drawing stuff during lecture. She called me out to the front and then she looked at my drawings. She said, "Your drawings suck, you will never amount anything in your life if u keep doing what u're doing." then she yelled "So now, u listen to what I just said and go back to your seat." She even slapped my head with the text book, too. But, I remember one thing that I wasn't embarrassed at all because I really didn't care what she said in front of all my friends (duh!) Well…I knew I still believed what I loved to do. Then my art teacher in high school recommended me to go to art school. So here I am in WSU after 8 years later, I still remember her face, name, and the clothes she was dressed. I wanna thank her for being such a bitch that time because I want to go further with my dream even more now. Anyways, I just wanted to say, never stop being a dreamer. Someday I will get a chance to contact her. I wanna let her know she was fucking wrong. And she was nothing compared to the size of my dream, yea that's right! It sounds chi chi, but I will seiously get a hold of her one day.