Senior Reflection #3

Early on in life I had an art teacher that talked about how some people are right or left minded. When I asked her if she thought I had a more artistic mind she laughed at me-- I was heartbroken. I really was a terrible artist: there is no doubt about that. Yet, I was more stubborn than I was terrible at art, so I did everything I could to become better at art. Through art classes in middle school and a whole lot of time spent honing my skills, I became a good artist and I knew that someday I'd become some sort of artist. Because of that teacher, I picked up music and pursued it, I wrote songs and stories, and even looked into a job as a home designer or an architect. Where am I?

Though that teacher was horrible for telling a young child what they couldn't be, if it weren't for her I'd probably never have realized how much I loved music. It's funny to think that because of her I will never be quitting music.