It was our Social Studies class, and people were choosing other people to be in their group for the project. (We have to make an eggshell picture of a national symbol and write a poem of nationalism. Do it on a 1/8 illustration board.) As more and more people got into a group, I just sat in my chair, reading To Kill a Mockingbird with a pounding headache. Naturally, I gave up reading.
All my negative feelings started when I realized when I still didn't have a group when 99.99999% of the class already had a group.
I was used to being a loner. I spend more time with books than I do with "organic life forms". (aptly put, Hephaestus) But there were random moment like this when I feel so hurt that people are fond of not oticing me at all.
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| This picture just suited my feelings at that time. |
Ahem. Sorry for ranting a bit.
Anyway, I couldn't be left alone, (it is a group work) so my teacher somehow managed to get me into a jerk's group. And none of them have the essential artistic skill! And somehow (I had a headache at that time, remember, and I was just in my chair massaging my forehead) I got into an all-guys group. and again, none of them can't paint.
It wasn't a nice Thursday.
I was so frustrated for the whole weekend.
During the course of the next week, we planned. To use the correct term, we tried to plan. We couldn't decide on what to paint, and most of those discussions lasted for five minutes. We decided on the national bird on Thursday.
Yesterday, Friday, did I start making a poem.
And that is how last week was for me.
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| The national bird. Kinda look wise, doesn't it? |
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