The only reason I'd even decided to mention it was because the experience at the club had been truly amazing, opening my eyes to a new way of thinking about and creating art. It had been particularly well-timed since I felt like I'd fallen into a bit of a slump recently, especially after seeing how talented so many of my upperclassmen were. Back in high school, I'd felt like I'd been something special, only to realize in college that there were many people as good if not better than I was.
Closing the door of my room behind me--and not slamming it like I almost wanted to--I flipped the lights on and walked over to the easel in the far corner of my room at the foot of my bed. Stopping in front of it, I took a long look at the progress I'd made. Or rather, more accurately, the complete lack
