I didn't do a lot over spring break, other than being told that my dad won't be coming home until August... That would be a little over a year since my dad came home, last MAY!!!! Ow well... I don't like this new arrangement, but I can't do anything about it.
Anyway, really nice first post after spring break, huh?
Seriously though, I recently did something people may find weird. I did a project in my sister's ninth grade ELA class. It was a poetry book. I included ten total poems: Art, The Death Bell (dystopian), and a lot more. It was fun, but I had to do this analysis thing, and I don't exactly know how to analyze a poem, although I think I did pretty well. I WILL post my grade on it when I get it back.
I've been drawing a lot still, in fact, I filled my sketchbook. I can't wait to buy a new one. Drawing isn't just an activity for me, it's a passion. I don't draw well (to me!), but people say that for someone who draws freehand, I am pretty good. I don't like any kind of feedback: positive or negative. I think that in order to draw better, I discourage myself. Is that weird? It seems to never be good enough. Seriously, though, is that weird?
