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Mr. Lilly is a funny old man. By far the coolest teacher I've ever had. I'm really excited about being back in that class next year, well in different hopefully more structured classes. Its cool that he's honest with me, about my art (which he usually likes, even if I hate it) and about the other teachers. Its cool, we have this bond. I just kinda hung out in his office for part of 3rd hour and all of lunch. I really miss just hanging out in there, but everyday at lunch it seems im off doing something stupid, making fun of people, ya know, asshole-ish stuff. where last semester I was running at lunch, doing his job, making his lesson plans, structuring his classes, making copies, instead of sitting around. So next year will be good for me. and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to paint again, to not want to give up because I dont like how it looks, to keep working.
I have a painting I was working on, it was a picture from Robin Hood (the somewhat true tale), I drew it out, and was painting it. and I gave up on it, because as an artist, I am a failure.
I have a painting I was working on, it was a picture from Robin Hood (the somewhat true tale), I drew it out, and was painting it. and I gave up on it, because as an artist, I am a failure.