in the face of reality

I attended a workshop on how to teach creatively on Saturday. All of which lasted for a mere 2-hour. I wish it could have been longer. There was only that much that could be taught. I am not quite sure whether I will be able to teach creatively thereafter but I certainly enjoyed the class. It allowed me to be a student once more. I love that feeling. Being in a class of people, taking notes, trying my best to pay attention to the teacher, stifling a few yawns here and there, daydreaming a bit, having drawing exercises... All of it. It made me realize how much I miss being in school. There is so much that I know not of and so much that I still need to learn. I wonder what I was doing all those years as a student. How much of those taught went into my head and remained there? Sadly, I doubt it was a lot. I know I could have done better but mediocrity was my best friend then. It is not so much about the grades but more to do with the amount of knowledge that slipped pass me. Those knowledge that I threw away without realizing or perhaps recklessly. I could have been a better person but I am not. With regrets and guilt, an ignorant fool wrote this.

:: And to make myself feel better, I am posting what I did during the workshop. Relishing every moment of it.