This was my day.

Today was… non eventful.

I participated in an art competition and I felt a little less than validated.

I’ve worked so hard on my senior portfolio. So hard. Day after day I do my best to produce something that I can be proud of. I picked my two strongest pieces. I had good interviews. I spoke well. I conveyed what I wanted my judges to hear but I fell short.

And it sucked.

After everyone finishes their interviews the judges lay out all of the pieces from different divisions that made 4s (on a scale of 1-4). In a decent sized hallway 500+ people tried to squeeze past each other to view the advancing artwork. I don’t even know how to properly express how I felt when I looked at all the pieces and didn’t see mine on the floor. Every senior in my group that had participated had a piece on the floor. I was the only one that didn’t have one out. At that point I just wanted to be somewhere else. Be someone else. As I slowly merged into the big crowd of people I could hear people asking about me, asking why none of my pieces were on the floor. I couldn’t handle it.

A little part of me was in disbelief. The crowd carried me past all the other division artwork, but I knew that my artwork was not among them. I skillfully dodged people from my school and did two full rounds, taking deep breaths, and thinking that breathing deeply released more endorphins or something. As to whether or not that was actually true I didn’t know. After a minute or so of breathing deeply I ducked into the bathroom, which was thankfully empty and started doing yoga. On the public bathroom floor.

I pulled myself together. I calmed my nerves and told myself that I did well. The judging was subjective. It was random. The opinions of two random people do not validate who I am as an artist.

I stepped outside and made my way out of the crowded hallway and to the tables where a few of my friends were standing by. They had all made fours, and were half jokingly telling me that they would kill my judges because they were idiots.

I tried not to be bitter, saying that it was what it was. Then more questions came from them. Why did this happen? How could your work not make a 4? Who were your judges?

And then the validations. Your work was better than most of the stuff out there! They’re crazy for not giving you a higher score. I don’t understand how that art made it and your’s didn’t.

And I tried to hold it together as the same exact things ran through my mind, but I cracked. My friend Rachel enveloped me into a hug, which turned into a big group hug from all of my friends as I clung to them, silently crying and apologizing to them because my sweater was covered in nasty public bathroom floor germs from when I did yoga trying to calm myself down.

And they just stood there with me and held me.

It's not pleasant to feel inadequate. The fact that my two judges didn’t think I was good enough to advance really stung.

I knew that the judging was bullshit going into the competition, but I brought my top game. I honestly did my best. It wasn’t good enough.

So it goes.

The rest of my day I kept to a close group of three friends who I knew would just let things go--- and I did my best to keep myself from crumpling up into a pitiful ball.

ANYWAYS. That was my day. While at the competition I made a puppy sweater from start to finish. And as soon as I got home I called up a friend who I had previously been upset with, but I needed someone to vent to, someone who would just listen and chill with me. I was nice to have someone just silently be with me.

The puppy wouldn’t stay still enough for me to take a picture of her wearing the sweater :/

Wolfpack.

Today was... well, let's just say another defining moment in my life that will forever mold my perception of the world.

Let's start with the morning. I woke up with one mission: to look semi-decent and cute. According to my peers, I succeeded. Yesterday our art instructor told us that when we went on our trip we had to stay in a group with people, to which my friend Rachel responded, "I'M A LONE WOLF." Then it created a huge tangent about being a wolf pack, and then how much we all wished we could grow beards--- so we decided to do the next best thing, which was make backward braids that looked like beards.

Yup. This is why I don't have a date to prom. ANYWAYS, we made a group chant, and hand sign (which may or may not belong to a gang--- we have no idea). We would also periodically yell "Wolfpack!" and howl uncontrollably. In public.

Yes.

Anyways, the judges for the Symposium seemed pretty cool, but during their LONG lecture I accidentally fell asleep twice. I mean, it was so dark, and the auditorium was so warm, and I didn't go to sleep until midnight the night before---- can you blame me?

The judging was okay-ish. It was general art BS (emotional > technical, mixed media > single media or traditional paintings) A lot of stuff that I didn't think was that good won, and a lot of stuff that I thought was magnificent placed in the 6-10th place range.

My friend Leanna won 3rd place and got a $2500 scholarship to the college, and I was happy for her, but this other girl in our art group won, and to put it frankly: everyone thought it was a joke.

No one in my class particularly likes her because she's an attention whore (that we usually ignore) and she half asses all of her artwork. Not to mention she has a tendency to "borrow" stuff and never give it back, which sucks because most of us buy our own art supplies and can't afford for to her to virtually steal it.

But yeah. Like I said, I was very shocked when some portfolios weren't picked, but whateves. The judges wanted to see the experimentation with mixed media, and think that content emotion is better than technical skill, which sucks.

Ah well, the college only lets you use the money if you're going there full time. I didn't need the money.

My friend Ian drew satan on my hand. Brownie points if you can spot the irony.

All day I found myself singing Beatles songs under my breath. A sign? Perhaps.

Anyways, I am now going to leave you guys with one of my favorite videos.

All you need is...

This is my life. Just kidding, I actually have a life, unlike Jason. Just kidding. Jason has a life. That consists of Math/Science team and whatever else he likes to do when he talks to himself.

Bahaha I love my AP Environmental Science Facebook group!