Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, If you're young at heart

I'm a University student. I still can't really believe it. I still feel like i'm around 14 years old. Technically i'm an adult now..will I ever really feel like an adult. I'm feel like i'm waiting for this defineing moment to feel it, but does that ever really happen. You think something like first day of University would do it.







So enough about rambling about life, let me tell you about my first day of University. My first and only class was Into Art Foundations. This was the class I was the most nervous about. Not having much drawing experience I thought everyone was going to be experts. I get there bout a half an hour earlier than my class just so i have some time in case I get lost or miss the bus. I found a face a knew from orientation. So pleased that its the girl that also didn't succeed in admission to the interior design program, also pleased we have the same class! Phew, one familiar face. I walk in and few students are sitting in a laid out circle and the class slowly starts to fill up. Such a relief when the teacher walked in, introduced herself and the class. She explained that this class was very basic some people had never really drawn in their life. We started drawing right stat she walked around and gave us feedback, telling us exactly what we were doing wrong and what we needed to fix in a nice way. Then taught us habits and tricks to drawing what we were going to draw.
I think it's needless to say i'm really going to enjoy Tuesdays. On top of everything the people in the class all seem really nice, non stuck up i'm better than you types. One guy was so proud of his drawing he took a picture with his phone and sent it to his mom and friend he was super proud. He was kinda cute too.










The moment that you speak
I wanna go play hide-and-seek
I wanna go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon

You and I, are just like a couple of tots
Running across a meadow
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots

You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung