issues of respect

If you saw my head down a lot in class it was because I was drawing + listening to you.

I got in supplements for pets trouble once in 8th grade. I was drawing and listening to the teacher all at the same time. Chemistry! She asked if I knew how many degrees Kelvin was (as if to "bust" me)...I looked up, said 500 and looked back down. She no longer bothered me about it. I was happy...because Kevin didn't get in trouble for playing "Stairway to Heaven" on his guitar for a frickin' Chemistry project. Why was drawing such a problem? That's me, defiant of the rules. My refusal of authority has been there since I was very little. I don't understand silly rules unless it is in an emergency situation...or is getting something accomplished...I'm good at rules then. It was all my military father, mother, grandfathers + grandmothers faults respectively

this was the first sketch of Monsieur Barthes.

Salut Roland!

my previous sketches in class were sketched out notes, very ordered, yet shaded. the first signs of defiance