School is starting soon. My new Job. A new school year. I barely survived my first year, and everyone kept telling me 'the first year is the hardest'. But, really, essentially, this is a first year all over again. First time in a new school district. First time teaching this grade. New curriculum.
Last time I posted I lamented that I was not a visual artist. A friend of mine was recently called to visual expression--and how freeing and healthy that must feel.
I have been called to further self destruction.
So. behold. The pictographic representation of my thoughts, feelings, and whatever, on the upcoming school year, my life, my future, and my every living moment.
Last time I posted I lamented that I was not a visual artist. A friend of mine was recently called to visual expression--and how freeing and healthy that must feel.
I have been called to further self destruction.
So. behold. The pictographic representation of my thoughts, feelings, and whatever, on the upcoming school year, my life, my future, and my every living moment.
**Disclaimer: none of the pictures are of my own creation. They are all stolen from other sources--from people who actually have talent and ability, and drive enough to post their work on the internets. You should know by now that I have no know-how, ability, talent, or drive for such things. I am merely ripping off the work and art of other people.
In no particular order... the state of my being:
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| Only you'll never catch me in tights! |
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| This is titled "Vanish", and I find it beautiful. |
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