i used to watch her twirl her baton so effortlessly. i loved watching her.
then she offered to teach me.
i’ll be the first to admit, i am not the easiest student to teach. in my head, i was doing exactly how she was doing it, and i was loving it. she was patient though, and eventually, i got it down (though to this day, i occasionally get overzealous and end up with a bruise or two on my upper arms and head.)
then there was the time when we asked her mom if she could twirl fire batons. her mom, thinking that if she didn’t ever buy them or mention them, we’d forget about it.
we had other plans.
we ran upstairs and got some hand towels…the good ones, cause they were blue, and since they were blue…they would make blue fire.
sitting in the garage, we folded the towel, and glued it to the end of the baton, securing it with another hand towel, tape, and string, and did the same to the other side. we opened the gas tank on her step-dad’s lawn mower and tipped over a cereal bowl to catch the contents.
here’s the fun part.
we go outside, and stick a bunch of matches standing into the ground, because we both know that it would make a little spark and neither of us wanted to burn the glitter nail polish we had put on that morning. (we put it on cause the glitter in the nail polish would catch the light of the fire in the baton and well…you know…more sparkle…)
she dipped the ends of the baton in the gas bowl and i lit the miniature fire pit.
just then we hear a shriek from inside…
"LORI AND LISA!!!!!!!!"
her mom was excited and wanted to watch the show, so we paused for a minute so she could get out there and get the full effect.
we got the shit knocked out of us.
you were my partner in crime. we had amazing ideas and amazing adventures. i love you lori.
omg…i have boobs…i was best archer in camp when i was younger…and i am dying that you know streets of fire. (micheal pare, diane keaton [she was hot], willam defoe, right? that one?). you are awesome. plus these pics are beautiful and sexy.
This would mean we have to hook up, except it was Diane Lane that was in Streets of Fire, not Diane Keaton. Better luck next time. Besides, Amy Madigan was the hot piece in that movie.
UGH…thanks for calling me out on my mistake. i did mean diane lane. and sorry…you can have amy. i’lll take diane.
we were working with pastels. it was my first time. not sure about anyone else, as i had been in five different schools since kindergarten, but i was so excited. the teacher talked about shading, and contrast, and after working happily on the first tree i had decided to draw, was called out and shamed, and shown how you shouldn’t make fluffy cloud type trees that i had always drawn, cause that wasn’t art. you are supposed to draw every individual leaf and use different shades of green for texture and contrast. those are the rules. do it. this was the biggest project i had ever worked on. full poster board size. i decided…i would show her. over the next few weeks, i would make a tropical scene. i would put all my heart into it and show her i was capable. i looked at books about leaves and flowers that grew in exotic locations. i wanted it to be perfect. halfway through my project, my teacher peered over my shoulder, and snarkily remarked how…man…that was alot of green. she wasn’t sure she’d have enough various greens for the rest of the school…and that it would look really jumbled since i had so much green and no focal point. everyone in the room was looking at her reprimand my work. i wanted to impress her…i wanted to prove that i was able. i was gonna make something nice to look at. i had to. now it wasn’t just the class judging me, it was the whole class. that day i went to the library and checked out a book about exotic animals and finally decided i would put a beautiful flamingo perched in all my foliage.
at the end of the project, i was soooo proud of my drawing. as my teacher walked around the room looking at everyone’s project and telling them how amazing they were, commending their use of colors or shading…i was dying to show her my drawing. i wasn’t looking for praise..but a simple..”i like it”…or even just a mere…”nice”.
she got to me and i pulled out my project and opened it to her. i actually hear “oohs” and “aaahs” and a couple of “that’s so pretty”.
none of them were from my teacher.
"it’s ok…EXCEPT…your flamingo’s legs are wrong…haha"
she actually laughed.
i had drawn a beautiful bird with individual plumes in various shades of pink standing on one leg. the only thing…i drew the flamingo’s bent leg bending forward like a human, rather than backward, like a flamingo.
she crushed me. to pieces. i still feel it today. this is what binds me from taking risks when inspiration hits. this is what kept me from going past doodling all my life. being scared of doing it wrong and being called on it and embarrassed.
i will never laugh at a child’s drawing. i will never tell someone that they are using wrong colors or technique. i won’t push them to draw inside the lines. i will never say horses cannot be blue, or polka dotted. color the sky purple. color the flowers brown. paint the water pink. grow rainbow grass. draw, color, and paint the world you see in your imagination, and never let anyone tell you that your vision is wrong, because only you can see what is in your mind.
i hope that in sharing this story you think twice about giving your harsh critique or opinion on someone else’s work and that it helps loosen the ties that bind me.
i do not know why i am just now seeing this. though the harmonies are off and it’s a little pitchy…i love it none the less. also…i am a big enough muppet fan to say…i can hear the difference in kermit’s voice and it is loud and clear to me. i know it can’t be helped and a new voice was needed…but i miss kermit’s old voice. it was a major part of my childhood.