However, I decided all I could do was try my best.
Once the teacher told us we could begin, my friend and I thought we were doing pretty good, and moving right along with the rest of the class. Things were going pretty smoothly for us, and we began to relax a little. The teacher had even gone around the room twice and said it looked like everyone was doing great.
About two rounds later, she lets my friend and I know we had just outlined nearly all of the wrong art paper. Since my mind was set on trying to make it out before the Kentucky Wildcats began playing, I was devastated. We didn’t give up, and if someone would have told me I would be sitting in an art class the afternoon the Cats would be playing a Southeastern Conference tournament game, I would be saying, “No way!”
If Bonnie Hardy, who was sitting next to me, hadn’t brought in a radio and earphones and let me know what the score was, I doubt I would have gotten hooked, so my addiction is partly her fault — gotta blame someone.
To make a long story short, my friend Sandy and I got started on the task of outlining the right art paper and, needless to say, we were some of the last people to leave. There were three girls who came in late and they even walked out before we did.
I was filling in the breast of the cardinal, (I’m sure I must have gotten my mind off my work when I heard the Cats were behind) and blacked in part of the beak of the cardinal. I thought, ‘Oh no, I have really messed up,’ and was shocked when I audibly said that.
The teacher felt sorry for me, and told me not to worry, that she would give me another one to do when I got home. I tried to pay her for the supplies but she said I could just try to come to another class. So, in an moment of gratitude, I promised her I would.
As soon as I said it I said to myself, ‘Self, what in the world did you just say?’
The teacher must have read my thoughts, because she said I didn’t have to come to another class unless I really wanted to.
I thought, ‘Oh, but I do!’ I was finding out I was beginning to like this craft, and even remarked to my friend that I could see how this could be relaxing.
My mind was thinking crafting would be perfect for those times I can’t sleep and instead of cooking at 3 a.m. I could be doing artwork.
I actually can’t hardly wait for the next class to happen. I want to let the teacher see how much I have improved since that first class.
I even stopped at a store on my way home and showed a lady there what I had done. She bragged on how good I had done, and that was all I needed to get even more excited.
Of course, she had not seen the other ladies work.
The next day, I had to make a visit to an art supply store, only to find out they were closed, but that didn’t deter me. I asked where the next closest place was to buy a few art supplies.
I learned so much about artwork in that class. So, why don’t you join me for the next pen and ink workshop? Just call the Clark County Extension Office at 744-4682 for more information.
Oh, and by the way, if the Cats are playing, bring a radio and sit next to me.