The Art of Ramona: Disappointments.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Disappointments.

I walk in to the animation classroom, it's day one.

Everyone is grabbing pencils and a desk. I don't.

I notice that everyone from the summer animation program is here. All with a desk.

I stand there awkwardly watching them as they all start drawing.

The teacher is checking everyone's drawings so far.

He gets to me,

T-"Why haven't you started?"

R-"Well I'm technically not in this class, I-"

T- "If your not in this class get out! I don't need you to waste space!"

Awkwardly I pack up my things and head for the door.

Right before I exit the room I look back, nobody is watching, they are all laughing and celebrating getting in to the program.

I take a breath and leave.

Then I wake up. That was my dream last night.

I didn't get in to the Animation Program this year. I was so confident in it, almost telling people I would be doing that come September. It's hard, to think of other people who took the program with you to be there, and you won't be. Sure I got on the waiting list, but thirteenth on the list doesn't leave much room for miracles.

Life doesn't always turn out how we want it to, but we need to pick ourselves up and fight harder. Who knows why my life is turning out a bit different then I thought. It could work out for the better. There may be an amazing opportunity just waiting around the corner, and all I need to do is take those steps.

So in honor of picking myself up, I have created a new website to showcase my artwork. World, here I come!

The Art of Ramona MacLean

It's not finished yet, but it's coming along.

Has anything Disappointing happened to you lately? How will you cope?

7 comments:

BuddMay 19, 2011 at 12:10 PM
Don't give up.
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JoanneMay 19, 2011 at 1:11 PM
Oh I am so sorry! I have tried getting my writing published and so far it hasn't happened. What you are doing with your blog is great...and what a great way to look at your disappoinment. Great popst!! Blessings, Joanne
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JoanneMay 19, 2011 at 1:12 PM
I meant great post!!!
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KristenMay 19, 2011 at 7:28 PM
I believe in you!!
You have oodles of talent. And it's like you said, maybe there's some awesome unforseen opportunity waiting for you this year that you wouldn't have been able to do if you'd gotten into the program right away. Don't give up; you're amazing!
Love you!
Kristen

PS. If you'd rather, just give me the names and social security numbers of #1-12 on the waiting list ;)
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RamonaMay 19, 2011 at 10:53 PM
Thanks guys! Also, Kristen, you are hilarious!
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HannahMay 27, 2011 at 6:44 PM
Yeha Ramona! Don't give up! That must be so hard for you but keep working away - hard work pays off. And isn't it so great having the internet where there are so many resources that can be helpful and encouraging!
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tiffannysketchbookJune 17, 2011 at 9:39 AM
I've been trying to get into children's books illustration of over a year! After sending out hundreds of samples, I still have yet to get a publisher interested! :( Keep trying!!!!!!!!!
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.