Truth No. 1. When Art is NOT Your Forte...

Yesterday, I posted 6 things.  5 that were true, and 1 that was not true. 

Over the next few days, I will enlighten you all as to which ones were true, and the stories behind them.

Truth #1:  I once got in trouble for drawing a pornagraphic picture.

Hanging my head in shame now.

It was the 1992-1993 school year, and I was in 6th grade.  (yeah, yeah, make jokes about how young I am later, okay?)
To say that I was not good at art would have been a gross understatement. 

I HATED art class. 

I blame my mom, really.  The only class she ever got a D in was art, and I inherited her talent, or lack thereof. 

Despite the fact that I hated art class, I did like to doodle.  So, on occasion I would doodle little pictures in my notebook, and that was that.  Somehow, this ended up getting me in trouble TWICE in one year. 

The first incident occured when I doodled a cute little pig, and showed it to my friend, Missy*.  She took it, wrote a classmate's name on it, with an arrow pointing to the pig, signed our names to it, and then proceeded to hand deliver it to a heavy set girl in our class.  And I was mortified.

And I had to apologize.

Later that year, I doodled a whole scene of kids playing on a playground.  There was a boy, off to the side of the picture, waving to all of the kids playing in the distance.

Did I mention I'm seriously bad at art?

When Kip*, a boy in my class, walked by, and asked if he could have my picture, I was flattered!  I didn't understand WHY he would want it, but hey...who was I to judge?  Somebody liked my art!  Step aside, {insert some artist here}...Sami had arrived!

The wind was quickly let out of my sails when my teacher came over to me during recess to "discuss" my drawing. 

Apparently, a strategically placed "hand" can be perceived as something MUCH different in a mind that resides in the gutter. 

Instead of my perfectly innocent "Hi!  How ya doin'?!", it was viewed as a "Hiii...how you doin?" (Think Joey, from Friends).  And my doodled guy was VERY happy to see someone...

And I had to sit out the rest of recess.

But at least my explanation kept me from having to see a therapist...

Thanks a lot, Kip*!

*Names were NOT changed to protect the innocent.  Am I bitter?  I think so...