Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Education Rejection

As a young artist I grew up in the shadow of my older brother. It was not his fault, he excelled at a faster rate than most, both in height and artistic talent. Really the hardest part of this situation was having the same art teachers as him, but two years later.

There are two incidents that stick out in my memory. The first was in fourth grade in Miss Kline's art class. I was cranking away on a piece I was quite proud of at the time. Probably something with a dinosaur in it, knowing myself. Then just as I'm about to finish scribbling in the tail Miss Klien bends down to tell me. "That's ok, but you are nowhere as good as your brother." Ouch!

The next incident was in high school. This was a much more detrimental blow considering that at this point I knew I wanted to be an artist. I was in A.P. portfolio with Mrs. L. Granted, I sat at a table of four and we were all Jokers, but we weren't that bad. Not bad enough to deserve Mrs. L. coming up to me near the end of the year as I am about to turn in my portfolio to the review board and saying. "Your painting style is ridiculous and your never going anywhere painting like that." Not the most motivating statement a teacher could give a high schooler. I mean this is something I heard in grad school, but to a high schooler? In the end I went to the same college that Mrs. L went to and out-shined her. I also used her as my model when I became a teacher. I just did the opposite of all the things that she did, and it works pretty well.

In the end I am not bitter. These were both motivating experiences, as awful as they were at the time. I even picked up Mrs. L off the side of the road in a snow storm when her van broke down. And as for Miss Klien, well she still sucks. After all she did yell at a kid in my class for being color blind.




Rob Servo

Monday, January 31, 2011

A little boy with the rock

Grandma! Why didn’t you tell me before you left me all alone on this Earth, that you knew I am the one whose tears burst without a sound?
Early this morning I got up, and fed the pigeons with bread and rice you had given me. You told me the pigeons will pray for me.
Without you, no one would have given me food for the pigeons. For that I am grateful.

Nobody knew how much I missed you, and I have not a voice and courage to tell anyone about my feelings.
You taught me to always put a smile on my face, believe in myself, and also how to treat a woman well with respect.

You told me stories and kissed me tenderly, your stories did not get a Pulitzer Prize or novel pride, but your stories one had to earn.
I remember you telling me, "Under the gorgeous sky, there were two little boys throwing rocks to two different destinations, the first one threw it at a tree and the second to the horizon. "

I just happened to be the boy who threw the rock at the tree.
In the back of my mind, I thought how silly can a person be for throwing a rock at the horizon. Of course back then I was only a teenager and didn’t know better.
Yes, it is common sense which can sometimes make people blind.
One day it hit me that it’s not good to have boundaries or limitations on certain matters, so....
I decided to throw the rock to the horizon and instantly changed my destiny, with courage.

After I took that chance, I started seeing things with a positive perspective.
I started seeing the beautiful life ahead. Whether win or loose it’s a challenge. That was the story of the two boys, challenge and courage.
I realize that I have opportunities to learn in every aspect of human nature:
Their behavior, intuition and further more, their mind and the way they think. I am very fortunate to be given such a chance.

In your story, there is no start, nor end. No turning point, no victory, nor climax.
But you taught me well and forever I am grateful. A true victory stays in our heart,
and the more I think of the horizon the happier I get.

Oh My dearest, I bet one of my rocks will hit the horizon at the right spot.
How many people keep their desires to reach to the horizon? I often asked.
Uncertain moments truly can be compared to the circle of life, I guess.

No one noticed a little boy who threw the rock at the horizon, therefore
there was no judgment made yet. I believe one day with a blink of an eye my soul mate will pick up the rock and we shall both hit the horizon together at our set destination. At that time, I will kiss her gently and say
"Ohh Sweetheart, how beautiful you look both inside and out, you remind me of my grandma!"

-Ye Taik