the glamorous faces at tri-high
I can't help but feel this sympathy for a student that was in my drawing class last year. Not that i truely sympathize for him, but i can't help to just feel something about him. I don't know his age or remember his name, but everytime i see him i start to think about where he comes from, and why is he here. His person in the world interests me, all about who he is. At tri-c there are quite a variety of students, all different ages, and backgrounds and cultures. This student is a boy, who's black and somewhere in the age of the 20's. He seems less fortunate, his clothes simple and old, but something tells me there's more about this kid, like there's somethings about him or in him. During my class with him last year, he did not have the best drawing skills but did try very hard at what he did. He was quiet and very shy, though when he did talk he was a little hard to understand for he had such a small voice. The questions he asked were a little obvious, so he came across as not so intelligent. I remember him talking about how he liked to draw comics and make his own rap songs. This guy just seems to have such a big heart and i empathize for him, for it seems his dreams are set high though he may never be able to achieve them and thats why i sympathize. I don't know why i feel this way or why its even relavent to write about, but there's just this thing i feel when i see him. People like that don't come across you everyday, but i just hope this kid has a good life, and that he's happy and that he does reach his goals. It's almost like i just want to give him a hug, and maybe thats the feeling, a hug; so simple and free.