a child, I said "Draw"
I said "DO NOT KNOW"
the end I was forced to do so, and drew anything, I do not know it was, I do not know why was, just know that everyone gathered around me to tell me how beautiful it was, a few "you see that you could!" too complacent, and a few "Why did you say you did not know? "
remember feeling ashamed, and have consented, without another word What would I say anyway? Thereafter sieenter drawing, and people stayed to watch, I thought a lot of kingdoms, backgrounds, characters who appeared in the drawing, and finally, a lot of things that did not come to the case nodding "Yes, yes, it's nice ..."
No, it was not pretty, but I think my pride needed to believe that if, and people seemed to believe it too.
And at the end of a miserable bust, had created a whole story that nobody else I know llegaríaa.
grew, and kept drawing, because I wanted to be better and enjoyed my stories. I even began to write, although he didgoing to study? "" I guess something with art! "'said one, before I reached to answer something I did not know, and the whole world laughing, all happy life while nodding "Yes, it will be our artist!"
"When you paint me a picture famous"
"I you're going to have to sign"
"She po '! What is going to worry if you list the race I stayed quiet, I assumed that at some point I was going to play talk. But it was not, and that's what my family went to the story "Oh, you draw so well!" & QUOT; Aww, my little artist "" is that they do not understand us artists, "said my uncle, all happy as he passed his arm around my shoulder and smiled with me eyes sparkling with pride.
I guess that's when I relived of all the shame of my childhood, as he nodded, laughing, thinking that perhaps that was what was to follow: "Yeah, yeah ..."
I thought it was going to make me happy, after all, see them happy usually do the trick, and I was happy.
I started to think that, as everyone said, was to study some art & iafeeding them by ordinary means, I could try with something much less traidicional.
Between the University of Chile, and I broke my back to see off anyway, meet with the university, and my NEM was a 6.0 anyway.
I did, and something I learned on the road. I learned, among other things that art is an abstract and useless, and also learned that it was free. Now, faced with my freedom, the idea of five years did not seem so harmless. It looked more like an eternity and suffering. I learned maso least June, but continued because pens & eacuyou, I could do it. Anyway, one of the bad things of art, is that much freedom you adecuarte prevents a society based on sacrifice and do things that do not always want to do.
Thus, not only fucked the shit my math average, being the first time he passed with an average red in my life, but also became increasingly loathe to go to college .
Not only that, even took a certain distaste for the word that he was in college, and when people smiled proudly at my school, when the only feature that could give was that drew me right, it cost meyou, to like.
I said what I thought, as best I could, because I've never really been good at expressing. And although my mother accepted it at first, spent a night and changed his mind. Is supposed to continue, it is supposed to submit a useless test because I started.
I am supposed to take it well, you follow the advice of the blessed self-help book that you downloaded from the Internet, is supposed to make me Weon and study something when I know that I detest all my options.
supposed to believe that there is a range of options when my parents put in disgust at the mere mention of any race that lasts less than five years, what
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