What would you wish to learn?
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Day 5: What is something you wish you knew how to do?
There are a few things, both to do with creativity. First of all, I wish I knew how to be imaginative for the purposes of writing fiction. Unlike many of my peers, the first written thing that I learned to do, courtesy of my mother, was to learn how to write a formal letter. Make no mistake, my letter writing skills are something that I am proud of and I’m known for getting results when I do, but when it comes to writing fiction and imagining, I just hit a wall. I see people writing fiction and my brain just kind of goes “how did you do that? Teach me!”. I can’t sit down and write fiction on a whim, it has to come to me.
There may be a bit of a confession there, because I never really read fiction, either. I was always really interested in the factual books at school, particularly one about boats for some reason. I used to read fiction in my teens, but I was never really into it like some people can be. I’d read it for a bit, get bored and put it away, then go and read something factual elsewhere that would captivate me more instead. I know, I know – don’t hate me!
Second, I wish that I could draw better. Now, I’m going to give you the long story as to how I ended up taking a GCSE that I knew I’d fail, because why not?
I never really wanted to take my art & design GCSE. Originally I chose history and sociology, but a few other students started saying that our history teacher was a bit of a pervert and one by one, they left. I shrugged it off because kids will say anything if they don’t like someone, but then I was writing some notes one afternoon and my history teacher said to me “why don’t you take your cardigan off, Helen? It’s rather warm in here”. I didn’t take any chances and quit my history GCSE that same afternoon.
After that, I studied French, but because of my hearing loss, I found it extremely hard. My French teacher was lovely and she pulled me aside and said that she didn’t think it was the right choice for me, and she didn’t want me to waste that part of my education on a qualification that I might struggle to get, and may never use anyway. I heeded her advice, and asked for a change of course.
Next was English literature, and I lasted just one class before my English teacher had me in tears. She was a vile woman and she had taken an extreme disliking to me ever since I stood up to her for calling Britney Spears a ‘blonde bimbo’. I was never nasty or argumentative in making my case, I just told her very calmly that “some people like her”, with me (unknown to her) being one of said ‘some people’. Not having an argument to that, she then turned the class against me with a “poor Helen, everybody feel sorry for Helen”. She used to make me stand up as a punishment, and the last time she made me stand up, I simply stood up, left her class, and quit. I wasn’t going to be there for her amusement.
Because I attended a special school for children with medical needs, the number of choices that I had were very limited and ICT or art & design were all that I had left. I asked to do ICT because I’d worked with computers a ton at home and I was very confident in my typing abilities and how it would help me in adulthood, but I was told that that course was already full. The only option left for me to take was art & design.
I did not want to be in that course. My drawing skills sucked, and I knew it. My artistic talents and knowledge of art were to shot, and I was screwed. I was in a course that was least suited to me, and my only option was to wing it to the end.
I watched my classmates draw better than I ever could. I’d watch them draw incredible lifelike images and cartoons at break. For me, my art continued to suck, my art teacher kinda told me so, too.
Technically, I failed art & design, crashing out of the course with a D. I still got my five passes which still got me into college anyway, but I sort of scraped together my entry. Had I had another D, I would have had to resit my exams.
I can draw, of course, but the drawings I do tend to be only diagrams to explain things. I make no bones about not being artistic these days, but it would still be nice to have a bit more to my creative side.
Oh, and one extra wish that I thought of right before publishing this post… I wish that I knew how to dance!
That’s it from me for today Twisties! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for my next Bloganuary post!
Until next time,
Stay safe & have fun,