Personal Experience : My Experience In High School

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I walked into the school. My parents were right behind me, and I tried to keep my breathing at a normal pace. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I can do this. I told myself. It was the day of the audition — my audition — for the Regional Arts Program, more specifically the visual arts section. I didn’t think I’d even make it to the front door of the school, and yet here I was.
I think back to grade seven, when I lugged around a sketchbook, drawing during class. For any and every art project, (or even any project with a ‘visual component’) I’d just put all my effort into making it look as visually aesthetic as my learning hands could make it look. My grade seven English teacher took note of this, and one day, half way through the school year, he mentioned Cawthra Park to me. An arts school. The arts school. We were in the middle school library, and he pulled me aside, plopped down on the couch, and began telling me about this high school that I could audition for next year.
My initial reaction was, “Woah! That’s so cool!” and “You can do art every day?”. I’m guessing he could tell by my face that I was in absolute awe because he expressed that I had the talent to get in. And it struck me just then that I had to audition, and that I had no confidence whatsoever in my own work. The kids who try for this stuff probably started going to art lessons when they were four. No, probably at two. I didn’t have any experience unless you count doodling, and projects for school. I’d be up
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