Drawring

So, last semester I decided to be a wild woman and take an actual art class for the first time in my life. 

I'd always wanted to take art classes in high school, but I was always too busy with band and such; which I loved, but I was always secretly envious of all of the students I saw walking in and out of the art classroom. 

College is a time for trying new things, finding new passions, throwing caution to the wind! 

Some people try "experimenting" with things like drugs and being bisexual, I decided I didn't want to do that. So I took a drawing class instead.

Now.

I'm no Leonardo or Michelangelo

and I'm also not a ninja turtle.

But I ended up really enjoying this class.

It was so invigorating to actually create something, 

to transfer ideas from your head to a piece of paper, and to have complete freedom to create whatever you wanted.

Since I am stuck here in Logan because of work, while everyone else and their dog went to St. George for Spring Break, and I have absolutely nothing to do...

I decided to take pictures of some of my favorite drawings and put them up here so you can enjoy them too!

Or, if you don't enjoy them you can throw rotten fruit at them or something. 

Whatever floats your goat man.

Anyway, here are just some of my pieces.

Don't judge them too badly, I told you I wasn't very good.

 

 

Those Who Can

A lot of people have been asking me lately why I chose to be an  Elementary Education major, why out of all the millions of jobs and careers to choose from, why choose this one?

I'm not going to lie, 

sometimes I'm not so sure.

Sometimes, the thought of spending the rest of my life in a crowded classroom, wiping kids noses to endless cries of "TEACHER! TEACHER!!" is terrifying.

I look at the people around me, people studying to be doctors, lawyers, artists, or engineers; amazing people setting out to do amazing things and I feel a little inadequate.

They'll be designing rockets,

 curing cancer, 

painting masterpieces.

They'll be changing the world,

and I'll be wiping noses 

and singing the ABC's. 

Today, my best friend and fellow Education major Lara Jean, told me about an experience she had in the classroom where she volunteers. 

A motivational speaker was giving a live broadcast to schools all over Utah, and he asked all the students to close their eyes while he asked them questions, and raise their hand if their answer was yes.

He asked them if they had ever thought about killing themselves. 

And in her classroom of 

beautiful, sweet, eight year old children

four of them

raised their hands.

Four. 

Just in her classroom.

Four and who knows how many others across the state

across the nation

across the world?

How many children out there have felt so unloved, 

so inadequate,

so unimportant,

that by the time they are eight years old they've considered taking their own life?

These children are beautiful. They have wonderful imaginations, amazing personalities, and the biggest hearts. They have so much love to give to the world, so many dreams and ambitions, so many wonderful things that they can achieve.

And for whatever reasons

whether it be abuse, bullying, neglect, or some other horror,

they don't believe that they have anything to offer. 

That the world is a worse place for having them in it. 

I may not ever be wealthy.

I may not cure cancer

or save someone from a burning building.

I'll never go to outer space, 

I may never even leave the country.

But if I can tell a child,

one of these amazing, wonderful, inspiring children

that they are beautiful.

That they are special,

 and that they have so much magic inside of them, 

so many thoughts and feelings and ideas that only they can bring to the world

and have them believe it.

I can't think of any other experience more amazing.

If I can help the children I'll encounter over the years

to feel important, and to feel loved;

If I can help them to see how unprecedentedly, mind-blowingly, earth shakingly incredible they are,

then maybe I can help to lower some of those tiny hands that were raised this afternoon.

So, to all of the people out there who look down on educators 

those who believe the ridiculous saying

"Those who can, do. And those who can't, teach."

I don't care if you are one of the most "successful" people in the world, 

you will never do anything more worthwhile in your entire life than what the teachers all around the world do every single day.

That is why I want to be a teacher. 
Not because it's easy,
And not because I'm afraid, or I'm not smart enough to do anything else.
I want to tell children they are beautiful,
because they obviously don't heart it enough.