So...my first meet was yesterday as a senior and...the coach put me in the 500 freestyle.
That would be okay, if only it were the next-to-last meet when I would've been more beastly and intimidating.
It was still a good swim and I didn't get last place, but eventually I think I just forgot how to breathe like a normal person.
I completely hyperventialted, is what I'm trying to say. Like a dork. I don't even have athsma. I just psyched myself out.
Oh, and my new art teacher is officially the first art teacher I have ever had that approves of my work, thinks that I'm great at what I do, that I have potential and I'm using it. And she's the first art teacher to have told me so in 17 years.
So now I'm doing a body of concentration works on the human body in charcoal, because apparently that's my strength medium. And I'm really looking forward to it, figure drawings of mine turn out bulky usually so I'm going to try and illustrate the delicate features of both the male and female bodies.
Being artistically productive. Yay.