More along my journey to becoming an artist
When I last talked with you about my journey, my 6th grade homeroom teacher, Rose Hornsberger, who was also the school art teacher, was helping me with painting after I'd finished my school work. This was working great for me as I usually finished my school work pretty quickly. Then one day, she came in and told me about a new art program they were offering at UT (Austin) for kids my age. It was free. You just had to show up. Needless to say, I was elated! Several kids were interested, so there would be carpooling, and I only lived 6 miles from campus. I had 2 sisters at UT at the time, and with only one car, my dad drove them back and forth.
My excitement was quickly dashed, though, because I wasn't allowed to participate. I'd never asked for much, not even to be a Brownie because I knew there'd be expenses involved. I was devastated that I couldn't do this. My father wasn't one to argue with but I did push back a little. I kept after my mother about it, though, because I wanted to know why. Finally, she told me that one of my sisters had said that people in the art department were weird and she didn't think I should be around them. I have to confess that I resented that for many years. I finally got past it, though, because I'm sure she thought she was doing what was in my best interest.
Back in my classroom, my teacher put away the easel and it was all over. Again, I was crushed with disappointment. Since she'd provided me with that opportunity at UT, and I hadn't taken it, I didn't feel like I could ask her for more.
After a few weeks, I asked her how the kids were doing that had gotten to go, and she said, "Oh, they're doing fine. You're the only one who'd have really benefitted from it, though." I felt complimented and saddened at the same time. I never said anymore about it after that.
Hey, but I got to take Beginning German (at UT) instead....
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