I am not sure if I am a horrible teacher or if children are just sort of crazy at the end of the day and don’t really care about drawing. Well they do draw or at least copy. I don’t understand children maybe I am doing just fine. Maybe it is just because I am taking over from a different teacher. Maybe I will get better with practice. At least I showed up this time and there was actually supposed to be a class. I think this is just part of becoming an adult. I need to accept the fact that I have one idea what I am doing, in order to start pretending that I do. At least that is what I think adults do. Amanda Palmer talks of the fraud police. I don’t think I am afraid of being found out, I think it would be a relief. I am not afraid, well except of everything. Well not marshmallows but most other things in life, or just life itself. I did have a brief break though the other day when I reminded myself I was going to die someday. It made me feel like I wanted to be alive. I am not sure why that touched me at that particular moment. I never thought I wanted to die. I guess I was just happy that I am not suicidal. I have that going for me. I am also reasonably healthy, reasonably smart, and reasonably attractive (in my own bias estimation). I just have no idea what I am doing and now I am just getting rumbly.
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