so i thought about whether or not i should keep going tin this career. i know i can't draw without getting frusterated and ripping the paper apart. and i know i have a severe brain development and processing dissorder that limits my talants. but you know what i have to keep in this field despite the fact that it's destroyed me on the inside.

it's not fair because my parents have already paid an arm and a leg for me to go to this school and so if i drop. all that money will go to waste.

When i was really young and in school, there would be days where Bradley's mom came in for arts and crafts. she'd go buy a bunch of stuff for us to make cool things out of. And it was really fun. whenever we saw Bradley's mom coming toward the classroom we'd all get really excited.

One day however, she showed up with something that dismayed all of us. she had taken a buch of square pieces of styraphome, wrapped them up in some silver wrapping paper and put a bow on them. when we came in from recess we noticed that they were all taped to our desks. We didn't know what was going on but then Bradley's mom said something to this effect.

"I've noticed that a lot of you don't get along very well. so i've decided that it would be good to teach you guys something better than having fun. Whenever you're encouraged to say something mean to another classmate, look at that little present instead and try to say something better. All of us have a special giftthat we can share."

we all were just like "lolwut" and really annoyed that we couldn't have fun. especially to me because saying something nice to Bobby was like forcing myself to do eat something i really hated. i mean the kid put sand in the drinking fountain and clogged it up! i ended up stabbing the "gift" with pencils and pens and using it as a holder instead of being a good, nice well mannered young man. so i guess it all worked out in the end.