thirty years later i remember my 7th grade art teacher. i din't come from a
very supportive family and was not a very good student. i adored my 7th
grade art teacher. it was 1969, and she had olive skin and long black hair.
i wished i looked like her. one day during figure drawing she admired my
drawing and then chose me to pose. after the first timed sketch we were to
change to the next student to pose. she asked me if i would stay for the
next several poses since i didn't need as much practice as the other students
with my drawing. i was so flattered i would have stayed there all day. i had
NEVER been told i was good at anything. was she an influence? i knew that
day i wanted to be an art teacher and i am the only college graduate in my
family. i teach middle school art.