Shotgun Alarm Clock

I went to the Wayne State Student Art Show earlier today, there was a lot of amazing work there. I seen a couple pieces that my friends submitted. Two of my friends even were awarded scholarships. I mean, I'm happy for them but is it was a bit discouraging not being like one of them and having one of my art works in the show or winning an award.

It was difficult thing to comprehend because art is the one thing I'm supposed to be good at, actually it's the only thing I'm good at. I guess I'm not as good as I thought. I have to say though, today was a wake up call. Why wasn't any of my work in the show? Simple answer: It wasn't good enough. The final product wasn't exactly what I wanted. I realized, when I looked back at some of the work I've done this previous year, that I may have been slacking. I pretty much did the minimum to get a decent grade. I could have done a lot more to improve my work. Although it was disappointing to be told in some way that my art wasn't good enough, it was a good thing. I think that lit a fire fire under my ass. Since this semester is almost over, I'm going to work my hardest on the project I have left, and even harder on the ones I'll have to come in the semesters to come.

I think it's a good think to make a vow for myself like that, a personal goal. Since I love art, and it really is the only thing I'm good at, I want to prove that. I want to have my work up in the student and maybe even other shows. This day gave the drive I needed to be better at what I want to do. I also decided to adopted this concept into more aspects of my life. I've let a lot of things in my life not work out the way I wanted to because I didn't try hard enough or because I was afraid of failure. I'm going to try and not let failure and hard work stop me from achieving what I want.


Jeff: "For some reason I always thought that I was special, and different. and I guess I just have a really hard time when I want to be good at something, and I suck."

Pierce: "Jeffery, when I was born I got my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, both arms, and one of my ankles. My mom said that there came a point where the doctor stopped delivering me and just started laughing. I mean, if I ever let being bad at something stop me... I wouldn't even be here. that thing some men call failure, I call living ...breakfast! and I'm not leaving till I cleaned out the buffet."