Although some people have small faults such as gum-snapping or knuckle-cracking, as an artist, I have a different bad habit: I obsess over miniscule details, trying in vain to perfect my paintings and drawings.
As I was parking along one of the roads, a giant truck full of high school girls passed by. I’m not the most skilled at parking (yet), so I took some time. It could not have been more than a few extra seconds. Being cautious is hardly a crime worth screaming about.
“Why did you make these simple mistakes? How are you going to improve next time?” my mom threateningly asked me while going over test scores, her every word nipping on my mind.
Despite the loss of a fellow Falcon, Audrie Pott, to suicide last fall, it seems many at this school are confused or misguided in their view of the incident as a whole.