I'm a mostly mediocre child. I sometimes manage to have a GPA of over 95 and get some academic awards. Then have my English teacher screw me out of one the following year because I received it the prior year and he didn't think I should have gotten it again even though I deserved it and did more than the girl who got it... look, I was screwed out of a Barnes and Noble gift card!

I'm not going to say anything else...

Well I've never really gotten stuff for my art work, other than my mother and Stepfathers excited squeal saying how good it was... and my fathers cold demeanor as he only gave criticism and I just wanted him to say I did well... yeah, I have problems....

So what happened yesterday came as a shock to me.

I walked into the art room and my self portrait was on the table where I usually sit (which I didn't notice until afterward) and my art teacher wanted to talk to me.

She told me that she very recently got the opportunity to submit two pieces of artwork to a legislative art show in our states capital, and the pieces would be hanging for two weeks.

Next she told me that one of the two pieces she chose, was my self portrait I was doing for class.

She explained that she was looking at the work coming along and she was impressed. It looked good.

Insert Wolf almost openly saying son of a bitch (One of Wolf's top swears along with shit and hell.)

She wants to take the two of us to the opening in our states capital... and I guess some legislators are going to be there. I had to name it... I wanted to name it Portrait of a Crazy Lady and her Depressed Looking Cat... she thought I was joking, I was actually being dead serious. I didn't tell her that part thought.

So the piece of lamely titled, drum roll please...

Self Portrait.

Per her suggestion. Besides I couldn't think of anything else that didn't involve calling myself crazy.

I guess I have to put together an artists statement (whatever the hell that is). Now this is the part where I tell you I'm most likely younger than you think, and the fact that one of my works was chosen for this is really good.

Let's just say I almost hugged my art teacher and I got a little emotional. I was proud of myself, I never get this sort of stuff.

And the other person... who I believe identifies as a He... did an amazing looking series of photos.

This is just exciting!

But I ruined the moment for myself. I took it home to work on, because it's not fully finished. My dad gave me I compliment, which is something I never get from him... ever.... okay that's an exaggeration. It's rare from him. My response to that was "What did you just say?"

My mother when I sent her a message squealed with delight. She came to my dads house with pecan pie and we all had coffee.

Now I should probably mention I've finished this chapter several days after I started it and I just have to work on my last eye...

Bleh...

And I've been sick with this stomach bug all weekend and this morning it was bad and now I feel normal... I feel guilty not being in school right now...

Then again I always feel guilty when I'm not in school.

That says a little too much about me....

Well.... now I must end this.

Bye.