Remember.Remember.More Like This
I miss the days when I would wake up
But I didn't have to get out of bed until noon.
I would ride my scooter around the neighborhood,
And play under the big tree in the yard.
Do you remember when I would play dress up?
I would stuff my clothes with socks,
And walk around in mom's high heels.
And we would laugh for hours because we didn't care.
Do you remember when we'd eat breakfast together?
I would eat pancakes and eggs with orange juice,
And you watched while sipping coffee and reading the news.
And I'd smile at you for no reason.
Do you remember when I fell off the swing?
My face was covered in dirt and tears.
Everyone was laughing while you held me in your arms,
Said everything was going to be alright.
Do you remember when I fell and cut my ear on the table?
You rushed me to the hospital,
Then you held my hand as they put the stitches on.
Whispering, "It's okay, sweetheart."
Do you remember when you walked me to school?
For the very last time, in Kindergarten.
And when I
Constructive Criticism is an Ouch!Yeah, today I decided to show an art teacher my DRAMAtical Fall piece .......... I didn't expect their first response to be:More Like This
"You should try different things. That's all you like to draw so that's all people will see you as."
......................'scuse me? O_O
I mean I know that constructive criticism is supposed to be good and all but that teacher must of forgotten all of the several different types of projects I've done for them, I can even list a few:
Charcoal still life
Color wheel personifications
Rainbow road scratch board
Oil and chalk pastel landscapes and portraits
Seriously, the only the I haven't tried is 3-D art. Actually no I have made a 3-D character once so heheh... X3 But what I'm getting is that something's criticized by others can end up being very sensitive topics TO criticize especially when that person says pretty much the same negative things to that same kind of topic when it
Nothing But A Dream“One last push, Ms. Fleur,” the doctor grinned behind his mask, glancing up at the chocolate she-wolf as she clung desperately to the railing of the hospital bed. “The baby’s nearly out.”More Like This
Lilian grunted a string of curses in French as she pushed. Victor chuckled softly, careful not to let her overhear him. He may not know what she was saying exactly, but he knew she was not very pleased with him or the doctor. One of the nurses blushed and muttered something in reply, but kept her gaze down to avoid Lilian’s.
A scream filled the air, covering an angry snap Lilian was prepared to give to the offending nurse, drawing her attention away from the poor woman. The doctor held the dark colored wolf pup up, grinning wider.
“It’s a girl,” he announced cheerfully, handing the pup off to a nurse to be cleaned. “Congratulations, Ms. Fleur, Mr. Ragnorrock. She’s going to be a healthy child.”