*whines*

There used to be a very long period of time when I thought art class was more than just an art class. It simply wasn't just another course which makes students feel terrified about getting a F. Nor was it a place where students don't even want to just hang out and catch up on some chattings.

But weeks after weeks, everything could be the same yet totally different in Chatham.
You feel like you grew older, more mature, and even more serious at treating things..
These also apply to the things around here.
They don't look as fresh and clean, rather, you feel like the world has slowed down its pace.
People became quite cynical and they don't even feel happy about breaks anymore because what comes after the break is.....well, you should know.

As my enthusiasm towards Art rose and declined...now seems to me that art class is nothing but an art class. Being afraid of stepping into the place because I know that it no longer shelters me as the way it did. And bearing the fear of facing failures. *gasp* everything is just terrible.
However, i'm not declining the fact that I'm still an pretty inspirational artist. I do feel that deep down inside me.
Sometimes, I just have to keep questioning myself..
Am I up for the competition?