11.14.2010

A Fond Memory...

So, as I laid in bed this morning I randomly just thought of my elementary school art teacher, Mrs. Hsu.  She was this elderly, slim, asian woman who I absolutely loved and looked up to.  I remember this one day I was so frustrated with whatever it was I was making (wish I could remember) and I asked her how I could fix it and she said, "Grace, in Art, there are no mistakes." I died. I was like 8 years old and I died my first death. I remember being so taken back by what she said. Thinking about it to this day gives me chills. This moment when I was like 8 years old is something I don't think I'll ever forget. Mehp, random...but this is a true story.

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