snowman

It was some bullshit Christmas present project, the same sort of thing you always do in elementary school, the macaroni crap you go and give to your parents or grandparents to stick on there tree. This was the year after I switched schools, I was going to a small rural school with 15 kids to a class and there was only one class per-grade (except 4-5, they had only one teacher for that class, the combined the two due to the budget) to a big school with 30 to a class, and two classes of each grade. In my old school we actual did some sweet things, we made orange clove balls and Hershey kiss mice. Now in that school, while there was an overall sort of guide for these projects, there was room for expansion and improvisation. Not so in the new school, we had to make some sock snowmen. Every kid got a kit, with two socks, some puff ball thigers for the eyes and little paper instructions. They were all supposed to be little bland male snowmen. I made a female one, with happy looking eyes, a headband instead of a hat and a ponytail. It was like that will almost all of my art projects in elementary school, my mom says that she could always pick out what one I did apart from all the others. It wasn't so much that a chaffed under rule and was some kind of pre-pubescent rebel with out a cause, I just wanted to improve and expand on the guidelines they set before me, because I saw them just as that, guidelines. I also leaned at an early age that the “grades” you get in elementary school don't mean shit, no one cares if you color the sky purple in kindergarten, some times the sky looks prettier that way, fuck realism.