Before high school, art consumed my life. I spent all my extra time in and out of school painting, drawing, and making art. When I got to high school, I just stopped doing it. Well, I finally have time to be in an art class, and I love it. It is the best part of my morning, but for some reason, I don't talk to anyone about it. My friends and family don't really even know what I am doing, but know I feel like talking about it.

I don't know anyone in the class, in fact I had never seen any one's face in the class before the first day. So, I am able to just work by myself....which is wonderful. The teacher tries to make every person feel important to him, and obviously makes an effort to know everyone. He gives us like 5 things to do at once, so everyone in the class is working on different things. He lets us stay in there, and skip the following classes if we don't mind going to the Dean's office.

More than that, I have started painting again outside of class, and it feels amazing. Except I don't know what to do with the paintings. They all are just in a pile on my desk. And, if I show my parents, they just say "oh, cool". At school, if I love what I made, the teacher usually goes with me to show the other teachers, and says things like "Genius!" or "Bravo!" and proceeds to put it in a display case. And it is good to have other people feel something similar to how you feel.

Also, partly becasue of this class, and the fast, I have been doing so much more with my music. I don't know how else to describe it other that "good". So that's what this is....good. :)