m. p i l g r i m (art)

assignment from "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain"

When I was 26, I went to college. That's not the age that people usually go.  But it's the age I went.  I was divorced, and had three children, ages 3 months, 3 years, and 6 years. I took Art 101, Drawing.  I had always drawn well, and when I was younger, I made little sculptures.  I won art contests in grade school.  I won a prize in an art contest at the state fair, When I talked to friends about taking the college class, I was warned that this particular teacher was a real asshole, really rigid, rarely gave out anything higher than a B.  Actually, I found him to be stern but quite reasonable, although I had to argue with him to be able to stand up to draw, instead of sitting down.  But when I was done with the class, he gave me an A, asked if he could put my drawings on display, and told me I should take more classes in the art department. I called my mom, Linda, a professional artist, and excitedly told her the news. Mom took a deep breath....