Some New Thoughts on Confession Week

          I haven't had the opportunity of presenting my confession piece, yet.  So, as my reflection for this week, I will discuss some new thoughts I have.
          Originally, I wanted to share a confession that was not-so-typical.  I was having a really hard time coming up with something to present that was as stirring as some of the rest of the class.  I think the reason for this was because I have had it relatively easy in my twenty years of life.  My parents are not divorced; they actually like each other, I've never been poor, my family has healthy relations with one another, I have never been physically or mentally traumatized, nobody close to me has ever died, I've never had a serious problem with drinking or drugs and neither has anyone in my immediate family, my boyfriend loves me, and I'm doing well in school and life in general.  So, what the heck am I supposed to say to the class to make them cry and what not?  Well, believe it or not, I can remember having feelings of resentment towards people in my life who have actually experienced some of these problems.  I used to think it would be cool if my parents were divorced, or I had to use the welfare lunch tickets, or if I had some sort of drug problem, because then I'd have something to complain about.  I know it sounds sort of stupid and ridiculous and ungrateful, but sometimes it's hard to find inspiration for my art because I don't have that one thing in my life that stirs up all the emotions that are inherently attached to each of these problems.  Seriously, think about the best art piece you have ever created.  It was probably a reflection about a dead relative, drugs, drinking, etc.  Well, I don't have that.  Yeah, I've made mistakes in my life that involve some of this stuff, but nothing that has ever seriously jeopardized my life or well-being.  But I dropped this idea, because I figure that nobody wants to actually listen to how seemingly perfect my life sounds.

A Perfect Day

          I also had a confession that involved me hacking off my hair in class, but I decided to forego the drama.  I'm really not that dramatic, and I probably would have criticized someone who did do something that dramatic as seriously starved for attention.  Cough, cough, the girl who got published in the Nexus for parading around in bloody underwear.  *Side note, let's make a connection here.  Hmm... She works for the Nexus.  She got published in the Nexus for her project.  Coincidence? Probably.  Kudos, though, for using your resources, sister.

HAHAHA this kid.

          Anyway, I do have a new idea for a confession.  I won't go into detail, because what's the fun in that?  My confession doesn't involve something terrible that happened to me.  It's actually the exact opposite.  Something amazing has happened to me.  But I have resisted letting this amazing thing happen to me for quite some time.  And that is what I regret.  And that is my confession.  I intend to write down my most personal thoughts on paper, then read that paper to the class.  You probably won't cry, but I might.  And just because you don't, doesn't mean my piece wasn't "effective."  It's going to act as more of a therapy session for myself.