Have you ever had a subject that you hated? Subjects that I feel like I don't like no matter how I study them. No matter how hard I try, I still can't do it well. Made me hate that subject especially.

For Ning The art world was like a strange world that she couldn't understand, even though she was smart enough to get a scholarship at school. And who would let this subject be a stain on her pocketbook? It seems to be something that cannot be tolerated. And it was this attempt that made her see a glimpse of her own heart.

I tried to draw pencil lines 2

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On drawing paper, draw several wavy curves next to each other. Draw branches interspersed in the wavy curves. Erase with a pencil and redraw them in circles like that. Until she heard Grandma Lychee's voice greeting her as she looked down.

“What did Ning draw?”

“It's the Bodhi tree in front of me,” I replied curtly, in a completely annoyed tone. No matter how I drew and erased and erased and drew, it was nowhere close to the big Bodhi tree beside the pond.

Third period on Tuesday was an art class, which I really didn't like. I suspect that when I was a child, I was taught too much math. Until my right brain didn't develop the way it should. Today, Teacher Rungthiwa wants students to practice drawing landscapes and finding picture elements. Allow time to complete the drawing within the lesson.

The teacher took us to a room in the school's pool area that had a beautiful view....kind of. Well, what should I say? It had a large pond about a quarter of the size of a football field. There was a bush of lotus, now that the sun was starting to get strong, the lotus was slowly closing down. There were tall reeds lined up on one side. There were a few stone tables and benches under the shade of a large Bodhi tree and several banyan trees. lined up beside the pool

Next to me, I sat down with Lychee. Under the Bodhi tree, mainly because I thought it wouldn't be too hot. And I think that the Bodhi leaf has a uniqueness that shouldn't be difficult to draw. I mean that No matter how you draw it, people must be able to tell that it is a Bodhi leaf. The leaves are heart-shaped and the base is slightly rounded. The tip of the leaf tapers down like a tail.

But when I really started drawing, it looked like lines that were so intertwined that I couldn't tell. Where are the branches? And where are the leaves? Ying Lychee came to greet me just now. The more it makes you feel that I really hate this subject. It looks like even if you put in a lot of effort, it doesn't mean the work will come out good. It's not like other subjects for me, where I thought that if I tried to memorize Try to do exercises, try to calculate, no matter what the results must be good.

As the class neared the end, the classmates who were eager to draw finished their drawings. They all rushed to show off their work. And it seems that every time Praise must go to Golf's work. Today is the same. The sound of boasting about my work made me feel like I had to give up sending only the work that was in my hand right now, so I put my hand on the "work" and sent it to the teacher who was sitting under the banyan tree in that area.

Teacher Rungthiwa looked at the work in his hand for a moment and then looked up at me. The expression on his face was very dissatisfied, but the teacher tried to keep his tone from being too aggressive.

“Did you intend to draw this?” After finishing the sentence, he glanced at the name written in the lower right corner: “Pajaree.”

“I intend to. Teacher, you can look at my eraser marks. I fixed it many times.” I tried to explain. Of course, most professors will not take kindly to students who are not good at their subject.

The teacher glanced back at my work. “What do you intend to draw?”

“The Bodhi tree.”

The teacher raised his eyebrows. I guess she's trying to figure it out. Is there anywhere that shows that it is a Bodhi leaf?

Just for a moment The teacher turned over my drawing paper. And it was me who had to raise some curious eyebrows. When she ordered me “Please try drawing the Bodhi leaf you see, Pajaree.”

I took out the same pencil. Come up and draw the shape of the leaf that I saw. The base of the leaves is wavy and round, like when people draw hearts. Curved to meet at the tip of the leaf. But the result came out looking more like a mango.

“Cancer, come see the teacher. Then you can turn in your work." Teacher Rungthiwa suddenly looked up. Call Golf to come to you. You made me act incorrectly. I feel like I have to find a way to break into the land and escape now.

Golf separated from the group of friends. Walking with a piece of drawing paper to place on top of my Mango Bodhi leaf.

Mae Chao Prakun Run Chong Are we drawing the same place? If I were to describe a golf painting, In the far background is a long school building. The gabled roof has a beautiful shine, a pond and a grove of reeds, and most importantly, there is a Bodhi branch with Bodhi leaves draped in the foreground. Everything in the picture has light and shadow and looks alive.

Is this what you drew in one lesson!!! I can only scream in my heart

“Very good, Korakot,” Teacher Rungthiwa smiled, pleased with the work of his favorite student. Turning towards me “Do you understand your problem, Pacharee?”

"I understand that I'm not very good at drawing, especially compared to Cancer." I answered honestly. “But I really mean it, Master.”

“Just being determined isn't enough. Previous work that I sent to the teacher The teacher almost didn't want to accept him. If the teacher could let me fail this course. The teacher must have given it to me.”

My face turned pale and numb. No, a science development scholarship student like me. If you only have a bad grade in one subject I didn't get any further capital. But will art subjects count? It might be counted, but why? Since it's a science grant? Oh...who would have thought that people could be this bad at a subject like art?

Teacher Rungthiwa's voice could hardly reach my ears anymore. All I could understand was that this kind of drawing was too similar to the work of an elementary school child. I must improve. Continued with a great admiration for golf. That the drawing came out with a very good imagination. Totally admirable.

I decided to insert the teacher's words. Even though I know that I don't seem to have any manners at all. But right now the more important matter is "Opportunity".

“Teacher, can I please fix this week's work to next week?”

Teacher Rungthiwa raised her eyebrows in confusion. I won't let this moment go for long. “Well, I know that the teacher is in trouble. If it happens that the subject that the teacher is responsible for There was a student's work that was very ineffective. I myself am a scholarship student. I have to get good grades to have a chance to renew my scholarship. If anything, I'll make an excuse for this week's work by resubmitting it next week.”

“Then you think one week time How much better can you draw than this?”

“I probably can't draw like a golf ball. But I will draw it more beautifully than this.”

The teacher was silent for a moment before giving a small nod in agreement, “If you want to try, I will give you a chance. Let's do it well. I don't want other students to be said to be biased.”

I pay my respects to the teacher. Then he walked back to the school building. Now the weather is extremely hot. I'm tired of the view of the pond here. And I'm tired of Golf's face being painted as if he were in a completely different world from mine.

“She offered such conditions. And do you really think it will change anything?” was the question Lychee asked me while walking back to class. After I told her the incident

Of course, it's me who hasn't been able to draw all my life. I will take just 1 week of my life to draw a more beautiful picture. I definitely can't do it. I need help. The problem is, I don't even know who would dare to help me.

“Lychee...can you draw for us?”

"Wow..Crazy Grandma, you're causing trouble for me." Lychee shouted loudly. Until I had to put my finger to my mouth as a gesture for her to stop making noise to let people around her know.

“The teacher saw the same picture of the scenery. He didn't know whose work it was. She doesn't have to be as beautiful as her. After all, she's better at drawing than us. It doesn't take an hour to draw. Then we write our name and send it, and that's it.” I continued trying to persuade Lychee. I know hope is fading

But since Lychee is your closest friend I have to try it first.

“Ning...we're partly afraid we'll get into trouble. But we...don't encourage Ning to do...dishonest things....” Lychee replied to me in a frightened tone, afraid that I would be angry at her for rejecting her. “Ning, please understand us.”

Lychee's friendliness is really admirable, but at the same time, it makes me need to find a solution.

It's now Thursday, around 4:30 p.m., and it's the second day I've brought my drawing supplies. Let's settle down under the Bodhi tree in the same spot. As I sat in art hour last Tuesday. To try drawing

I think I've tried to draw things that aren't difficult, but until now, my Bodhi leaves when arranged together still look like mangoes.

“I think Ning is wasting time.” Lychee walked over and greeted her. It looked like she was going to see a movie with another friend. “It's not any more beautiful than before. Take time to read books. Wouldn't it be better to do homework for other subjects?"

“In other subjects, I think I handled it okay, Lychee.” I continued to draw diligently. I intend that if I don't get discouraged, It must be better than before.

“So?” Lychee said briefly, then finally followed with another matter in mind. “We go first, Ning. Let's go see a movie with the cartoons." She said the name of a famous western movie. Starring a handsome young actor. I've been hearing friends in class talking about it for about a week now. It looks like it's really fun. It's a pity, but I'm still drawing pictures.

As time passed, the sun began to turn a darker shade of orange. The orange light reflected off the rippled shadows in the pond. A cold wind began to blow, which meant I must have taken too long. So he started collecting various equipment around him, but it turned out that his own hands were starting to become messy. until the eraser rolled off the table

Damn it...I rose up from the stone horse table. I turned out to retrieve the eraser. Luckily, the eraser didn't roll too far. If it fell into the water, I would have to waste time looking for a new one. Otherwise there would be nothing to erase the picture of the mango. Oh, these are definitely Bodhi leaves.

But when I returned to the table, my drawing was no longer on the table. But a hand picked it up and spread it out to look at. I could only meditate on my lack of manners before saying, “I'm sorry, please give me the picture back.”

But when that hand moved the paper down to reveal his face, it shocked me. Because it was Golf who was looking at my terrible drawing, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like he was smiling. Surely, for someone who could draw that much in an hour, my picture must have been very poor. I've been drawing it for hours now. That made me angry.

“Give it back, Golf.” I walked around, trying to get the paper back to him. But it turned out to be Golf, who lifted the paper away from me and raised it above my head. And still dodging left and right, not allowing me to jump and grab it easily.

“What exactly are you trying to draw?” Golf asked this question again. The same question as Lychee and the teacher and other people who like to ask when they see my pictures. I'm totally fed up.

“It's work to send to the teacher. You were here yesterday,” I tried to answer. He jumped up and tried to snatch things from Golf's hand.

“It's not like that.” Golf seemed to see this as fun. Because the more you see me trying to steal The more I tried to escape. “I mean that what she drew What will she convey? What exactly is it?”

“What a stupid Bodhi tree! The same tree I drew to send to the teacher the other day.”

Finish the sentence and rely on the unguarded timing of golf. I decided to grab Golf's shoulder and jump up to pick up the drawing in his hand. And this time I actually reached for it, but Golf seemed to be caught off guard. It turned out that he lost his footing and fell. The paper in his hand fell away. and flew into the pond. I personally fell along with him.

Don't let me describe it. What condition am I in now? And in what condition is he himself? Let's just say I noticed a white face and slender eyes like the people in the temple murals. A close-up of a beautiful ridged nose that I would never have thought of.

“What the fuck!” I regained my composure. Then he hurriedly got up. Look at the drawing I sat and drew for hours. Now it falls into the pond. And it has flowed far away. I have to turn around and complain about the cause like Mr. Golf. “I don't know, Golf. You must take responsibility.”

Suddenly an idea occurred to me.

“You must draw a picture and send it to the teacher for me.”

“No!” Golf immediately shot back. It took me aback. "I won't help you like that."

“But you dropped my picture into the water. And then you made a face that looked down on my picture... Even if it wasn't really pretty, you have to take responsibility." I argued back, feeling the same way as if it were the opposite, but at that time I was really angry.

“So....we have a proposal.”

Is that an offer? I'm thinking about what it might be.

“It is said that if you give fish to someone else, He will only have fish to eat once. But if you teach him to be a fisherman He will have fish to eat for the rest of his life, so we will teach her to draw instead. Let's just say she'll be here tomorrow. After school like today. We'll follow soon.”

Golf's offer doesn't sound too bad. I know that Golf is very good at drawing. But I'm going to teach a sparrow like me to swim. I still wonder if it can really be done.

"It's been agreed upon. We'll go back first. Don't bother." Golf summed things up. then turned around Let me put the eraser in my bag. Looking at the drawing floating in the pond, I couldn't help but sigh. before gathering up his school bag and walking back

On Friday evening, I sat down and continued drawing as usual. at the original position Lychee went home first as usual. After a while, Golf joined in with his school bag, just as he had promised.

“What do you intend to draw?” Golf asked the same question again. After glancing at my drawing Come to the first sentence like this. It turned out that my mood was quite normal. He started to get angry again.

"I told you, it's a Bodhi tree."

“Wow...Calm down, I'm not asking to disturb you or anything. But it's important that You draw to express something.” He emphasized the word 'communication' in his sentence, with a rather serious tone unlike yesterday.

“Well, the thing in front of him is a Bodhi tree. You must want to convey that it's a Bodhi tree.” I truly meant it, trying to calm down my emotions.

It appeared that Golf shook his head, looking a bit embarrassed by my answer. “I understand what your real problem is. Please stop your hand. I will explain it to you.”

I put down the pencil Then I turned to look at golf. who now sits on my right side I really want to know what Golf will say.

“She just drew what was in front of her. She saw a Bodhi tree so she said she would draw a Bodhi tree. You probably thought that Bodhi leaves were not difficult to draw. But you...can't draw like that.” So shocking.... “If you remember the picture we drew. We drew everything, the pond, Pong Or, the school building. The Bodhi leaves arranged the elements so that they were in the same picture.

Because we see that everything that goes together is perfect. It makes up the school we study in.”

You're an artist, Dad. How did the brain develop so completely in both areas?

“Let's just say instead of just drawing a Bodhi tree and having it finished so you can send it to a teacher, you look around again and see which view you think is beautiful. And I want to broadcast it. There are a lot of things to draw around here. Why are you focusing on drawing mangoes?”

Agreed that now You don't even have to tell anyone. He saw the Bodhi leaf as a mango like me.

I can only sigh Then I raised my head and looked around at the school I had been studying for 2 years, the school I had gotten into with great difficulty. Hoping that education can really improve the lives of my family, I am trying to find a scholarship to study in school. I have to maintain my grades to keep this scholarship. Drawing and getting through it is one of them.

I used to sit with Lychee in this pond in the first semester I came to study here. At that time, I was sad because my first semester grades were terrible. It was so bad that I thought I wouldn't be able to continue investing. But it was you who was my consolation. Let me come back to my senses. and got good scores again In fact, the atmosphere around the pond is very soothing to people's minds.

Atmosphere around the pool....

I suddenly decided to pick up a new sheet of drawing paper to replace the old one. Looking at the pond, which now had little ripples from the gentle breeze, I started to try drawing a flat circle atmosphere, like the edge of the pond. Aim for the point where you might draw a lotus cluster. Mark the position

“You have a quick head.” That was the last I heard from Golf. While I was capturing the atmosphere in front of me through pencil 2

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onto drawing paper

Art hour the following Tuesday Before Teacher Rungthiwa started teaching I rushed to the front of the room to deliver a new drawing. She raised her eyebrows in confusion again.

“I actually drew it myself, Master,” I quickly cut off the teacher.

She continued to consider. So he nodded slightly and said, "Come on, at least I can see what you're drawing."

It was the first time anyone could tell what I was trying to draw. I even smiled widely. before returning to sit

However, in today's art hour The teacher ordered new homework. Draw a picture and submit it in the topic Light and Shadow. You can draw anything that is not a geometric figure. It must convey that there is light and shadow in the image. This means that you have to imagine which side of the object the light hits. And where will the shadow occur? When it's time to explain it, it won't be difficult to understand.

But I, who had just completed the first level of drawing, felt that this topic was extremely difficult.

"Frown your eyebrows, Pho Mamuang." I was startled because I didn't realize that Golf suddenly walked up to my desk after the teacher finished giving orders at the end of the hour.

“Well....it's....difficult...” Aram was still shocked. So I don't know what to say. “I don't know what to draw.”

“Then go back to the original question. What do you want to convey?”

As soon as his words were finished, I suddenly saw light and shadow appear in front of me. The bridge of the nose protrudes to catch light. The shading that opens from the bridge of the nose, the line of shadow under the chin, the light in the narrow eyes as seen in temple murals. Everything was clear in front of me.

Draw your face and make her look like this. Will you accept it? Golf...suddenly I want to act like the sweet-eyed cartoon heroines, just like that.