In three days I will be graduating from my beloved high school. Many go through these four years as servitude, but not I. Bolton is a second home, if not my first. I have so many friends there and so many people who I love seeing every day.

Especially my art teacher. Oh Fuck, I started to cry. Anyway, I have had a very strong connection with art my entire life, but not truly until I got to high school.

My freshman year, all of my friends were taking ART 1 in the fall, but I got stuck with it in the spring. So, I started the art class knowing no one in my class. I thought I did pretty snazzy art and didn't belong in ART 1. What a silly freshman I was. Little did I know the actual system of taking classes in the numbers that they go in. Anyway, my class was spilt between freshman and seniors. A couple of seniors were taking ART 1 for their first time, and there were two who sat in the back on the couch that were in ART AP. I was so jealous of them, because, again, I thought that I was the shit and belong in advanced classes. Anyway, wrong. A month after the second semester started, my mom died. I was of course in shambles, and the day that I came back, my art teacher "Cams" had burned me two CDs of feel good music. To this day I listen to those CDs on repeat. She also introduced me to my favorite event of the year, Chalkfest. This is where our group of art kids venture out to the lawn and do their own rendition of a famous work of art in chalk. At the end of the year, I did not feel very close to her, but she was my favorite teacher so far.

Sophomore year I ended up being in a class with a lot of my friends. This year I produced a lot really great work... to me, but Cams never gave me the grades that I was looking for. She continued to say that my work was sloppy and unorganized. I was also more distant because my boyfriend and I were very serious, yes even as a 10th grader. I regretted this so much, because I believe I would have been so much more involved in Art Club if I had not been with him. Again, Chalkfest rocked, but that's a given.

Junior year I took SCULPTURE and ART 3. My SCULPTURE class was with all seniors and my ART 3 had a mixture of people. These were good days. I received my first 100s in SCULPTURE for all of my bad ass work, and undoubtedly, this was my forte. I made many cool things that I have failed to upload here, and in ART 3 I realized that I was no painter. I went to my first Leadership and State conventions.  Literally this was the funnest things that I had done so far. I made the skit for state and had a fun time at 80's themed leadership. I became very close with Cams that year. We had many talks and had many food together and cried when the seniors of 09 left and we were the only ones left in 1st hour SCULPTURE. At the end of the year, I began a massive reorganization of the art room that took way too long and decorated the back "lounging" area. Oh and I became State Reporter for Art Club of Louisiana!

Now, it is my senior year of high school. I took ART AP and was in there for 1st and 4th. My best friend, Megan, and I became ART CLUB CO-PRESIDENTS. This was amazing because we both love ART and CAMS so much. Leadership was very cool, and I actually choreographed a dance to Thriller for our State Officers. The Convention theme was my idea-Dia Del Artista! We have had many laughs, hugs, cries, and chicken salad this year. I hate that I've been so sassy this year, but when there was something to be done, she'd only have to ask once. Convention was a hoot, too. I met this guy that was dressed like Harry Potter. T'Was wonderful. I cried a little at the end of convention. And then again, during Chalkfest. I hate that this is the LAST for everything. I don't want it to end! I am going to miss her and the art room so much. I cannot  begin to imagine what I 'm going to do with out her and the art room. Today we just got done cleaning it and making a boarder for the lounging area.

I have left my signature all over the place and have several pieces of my art around and about the art room. I can't wait to go back and visit when I'm home. I think I will do it frequently. I know that a lot of the alumni don't when they said they will, but I think that I have too strong of a connection with Cams to not come back. That and she has too much of a mom force over me that would make me so guilty if I had not gone to see her when I was in town. OH and she has the most darling little girl! Anabella is so wonderful...ly like me! She's so magnificent.

Okay, enough.

Bye.