Thursday, October 1, 2009
Art Class
When I was in Grade school I don't remember being a particularly good artist, we were all about the same at that point. What I do remember is loving art class, in fact, treasuring it as fun and precious time. It was, and still is, the best part of my day. However, we were only allowed this sweet sweet privilege every other week. The weeks without an art class were terrible mundane things, while the weeks with an art class were bright and hopeful. As a child, I could never get enough of art class, because they never gave us enough. In many ways it was like a powerful drug, something everyone wanted but couldn't have half the time. While others may have come clean of this feeling over the years, the addiction to art class is still with me today.
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yes totally i agree with this art class was always the best part of the week
ReplyDeleteI agree with your first statement... we really never got enough time for art class when we were younger, which i think was a shame. I always looked forward to it and the class always seemed to fly by. kinda like it does now.
ReplyDeletei remember back in the day I was a pretty good artist. I was the first kid in my preschool who had the grapes to draw stick men slaughtering each other. Good times.
ReplyDeleteI totally remember that stuff, every week we had art was always really exciting up to the day we had it, and the other weeks sucked. We probably had gym or something..
ReplyDeleteahhh man haha those where the good ol days. then gradually as we got older you could see other kids slide away from it and the kids who really loved it, us, stick with it
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