Dec 02, 2010 22:17
I go to an art school for communications: meaning I do film, writing and magazine stuff as my art.
Now that the end of the semester is approaching and we have juries/portfolios where we have to show what we've done for the half of the year. Oh joy.
As fun as putting everything I've "done" on paper for these crazy teachers of mine, I've also realized something that is quite sad.
Everyone at my school is so smart and talented. It's not so much a generalization because students have to audition to get in so "usually" they have either smarts or talents...anyway everyone is basically talented and smart.
Doesn't that mean that no one is smart or talented?
The best example I can come up with is from that animated movie "The Incredibles." In the movie the main villain is killing off super heroes and selling electronic gadgets to make everyone "super" so in the end no one was "super."
It was a pretty brilliant plan when you think about it.
Anyway, doesn't this mean I'm just like everyone else at my school? So technically I am not going to feel like I've got talent or I'm "special until I leave my high school.
I never thought of it like that before, and god forbid someone was more talented than you in your major. You end up being so small and feeling like you have nothing that makes you special. You just sit around going "Oh I just draw" "I just make films" "no biggie" and that's because you don't realize that you're just a small fish in a big pond.
This brings me to my next point:
What about when you have children?
You know you're supposed to tell them they're special, but what if they aren't?
Genuinely, you can have the most average kid in the world and you'll still love them and you'll still encourage them...but you know they aren't special. How do you deal with that? Do you tell them anyway that they are special in spite of what you think? Or do you lie to them like the many fairy tales some parents spew to their children at a young age. We of course all remember: The stork, the easter bunny, and santa claus.
are you special?,
you can't handle the truth,
art school