I was just thinking about my art class I had when I was in 11th grade last night before I fell asleep. Our art teacher was awesome. To him there were no "bad artists". He helped me a lot with my drawings...because I cannot draw worth crap. But he somehow took anything good I had an gave me suggestions how to make them great-and it worked. Sitting across from the cutest guy in the class made it all the more fun/intimidating add the fact he was an amazing artist. He was a freshman (big suprise, love the younger guys!) and had deep dark eyes. Anyways, I learned art was much more than just drawings and paintings. I took a stained glass class once and that was a lot of fun. I surely miss thoose days...they could have been yesterday but im sitting here reflecting on a class that took place 13 years ago. I would never in my life want to be 17 again but thoose innosent young years really helped shape what art became to me and what it ment to me.