Blog Every Day in May Challenge- Day 31
I DID IT! It’s the last day of the challenge and I really did it!
It was a lot of fun! I connected with many new wonderful bloggers who were participating through our host at Story of My Life. The prompts were pretty personal and it was great to do some self reflection and reminiscing. I definitely was forced to think!
She didn’t lie, it was a challenge! I lost a lot of sleep over this and completely neglected my house
and my kids. The kids had more free time than usual, but they surprised me with how creative they were and how well they got along with less supervision from me. Don’t know why that should surprise me, but they were awesome (still had their moments, of course)! Often I would find craft supplies all over the table and them in the back yard throwing colorful paper airplanes or blowing bubbles.
One morning I overheard Monkey reading to Boo on the couch, melted my heart! This morning, he organized all his books and put all the ones about animals in a box so they can be next to his bed. Genius in the making? Yep.
I know you’re chomping at the bit for me to get to the point; the last prompt. So, with no further ado:
A Vivid Memory
She came by again another day and said I needed to add a little more shadow here,
and actually picked up the paint brush and colored on my paper!
Without thinking I grabbed the paint brush to stop her, but it was too late! The paint had touched the paper! I could feel my face flush red (which it always does when I’m upset, like a big bright tomato) I was shaking, I was so angry!
I stood up and told her it was MY art and she shouldn’t have touched it! She told me it was school property and she could do whatever she wanted with it, that I was lucky she doesn’t call the principle for my grabbing her, and I needed to get out of her class NOW!
I yelled, “FINE!” And ran out the door. I stood in the rain until class ended and I could sneak in unnoticed to grab my things. I was furious all the long walk home.
The next class I tried to keep working on my paper, which I hated with an absolute passion now. The more I added to it, the worse it looked. Finally it was such an ugly greyish brown mess (you just can’t keep layering watercolor!) I didn’t know what to do with it and I hated it all the more. I wadded it up and threw it in the garbage can.
I painted it with watercolors on a new paper. I worked hard on it for days. Not for my teacher, but just for myself. My teacher eventually noticed I was not following directions and she told me that was not the assignment and that I needed to throw that away and work on my still life. I told her I did do the assignment, but she had ruined it, so I had thrown it out. Not exactly true, but I didn’t care.
Maybe she didn’t feel like dealing with me that day, but she left me alone. I finished my painting and was very proud of it! My teacher reluctantly said she would give me a passing grade because she could tell I put a lot of work into it, but that she could not give me an A. I was impressed with my own work and even had it framed for the end of the year art show.
At the show, I overheard parents complementing my work! I was too shy to say, hey that’s mine! But I eavesdropped when people were near my painting. Then I overheard my teacher unashamedly bragging about how the artist of that painting was her student. How she had loved having me in her class! She had recommended this assignment and helped me through the process.
Then lasers shot from eyeballs and melted a huge hole right through the middle of her. She screamed before toppling over and everyone cheered! Okay, no one noticed my evil glare or the smoke coming from my ears, but I still love that painting. I gave it to my mom and she’s had it hanging in her home ever since.