I'm feeling the sleepiness setting in but I want to post this before going to bed.
As a result, I am here on my laptop and drinking hot cocoa again (just like this). Mmmm.
I feel the same way as the yellow M&M. But before I go to bed, here is the story of what happened...
I was surprised earlier when my mom told me that she's leaving in a few hours to fly to the Philippines. She said she'll be there for thirty days. I was a little taken back; I knew that she likes to go on vacations, but I had no clue that she would be leaving for one so soon. I'm pretty sure she hasn't told anyone else in the family.
After she told me this, I helped her tape up the cardboard box that she'll be taking with her on her trip. After we were done taping it up, she said she was going to go to bed and she left the living room.
I stared at the box.
I was thinking about how I hope my mom has a safe trip and also about how plain the box looked. I took a marker from my art supply box and began to make a sketch on her box. I remembered how special the drawing from The Sketch of a Tree was to me so I drew a tree again. It took me about three minutes to complete and I felt better afterwards.
Now my mom's box didn't look so plain.
My younger brother walked into the living room a couple minutes later and saw the box. He must have realized that mom was going on another one of her spontaneous vacations. Then he saw the sketch.
"Did you draw that?"
I told him yes.
"I like it. It's really nice."
I couldn't help but smile. Not only was I ecstatic to suddenly not feel annoyed by him - as I had been for the whole day - but I had also been thinking the same thing.
My mom's going to love seeing that sketch on her box.
At the end of my sophomore year in high school, I was inspired by a graduation speech made by a young lady. She must have been one of the valedictorians. I never cared much for the valedictorians speeches before, but this speech left me speechless.
I've never seen a graduation quite like this one. I'll never forget it...
A picture I took that day
Friday June 3, 2005
My cousin Roel and I were enjoying the view as we sat on the stands at the school's outdoor stadium.
Thousands of family members and friends surrounded the handsomely green field on which the graduates were seated on. In their hands, they held cameras, flower leis, posters, and colorful balloons... everything they needed to help celebrate this moment.
Beyond the green field and the school buildings, I could see the houses of the town and the mountains in the far distance. I could even see the mountain where my dad would take me and my siblings hiking as kids.
Soothing melodies filled the air as the school band orchestrated the celebration music. I thought about my younger brother, who was playing with them. My cousin Roel and I wished that he was sitting next to us - the three of us called ourselves "The Three Musketeers" - but we also admired my younger brother's love for the band and his well-polished clarient.
Once in a while a balloon would escape its owner's hand and fly eagerly up towards the clouds. I would point at it and the two of us would lightheartedly giggle at the balloon owner's misfortune.
The day was transforming into night as the sunset colors took over the sky.
I looked down at the high school graduates, who were organized neatly in rows. They proudly wore magical-looking green robes and had exclusive graduation caps atop their heads. They were young, brave soldiers uncertain about the future yet determined to step into it.
Four graduates stood up from their seats and headed over to the microphone stand; they must have been the valedictorians. I noticed immediately that they were young woman; their gowns were shorter and they each had long hair and wore brightly white sandals.
I have never cared much for valedictorian speeches but I payed attention anyways as they began to speak. Humor filled the first girl's speech and I felt the crowd rumble with laughter. Nervousness filled the second girl's speech and she became earthquake-shaky in her delivery. The third girl took the stand and I anxiously waited to see how she would do.
Would she be nervous, especially after hearing how nervous the second girl was?
The third girl began to speak and - whoa! - her voice instantly demanded the attention from everyone in the stadium. Her words flowed into the crowd with a power that would make anyone stop and listen. Her speech grabbed my attention, touched my heart, and took my breath away. I looked my cousin in the eyes and smiled. He smiled back at me. He must have been thinking the same thing that I was thinking.
"Wow, she's amazing."
I listened carefully as the third girl concluded her speech.
Then I smiled and thought to myself...
"I'm proud of you sister."
My sister was one of the valedictorians at her high school graduation. I never cared much for the valedictorian speeches before but this one...
This one was special. Now I always look forward to hearing the valedictorian speeches when I attend commencement ceremonies.
I was so inspired by my sister that I drew this picture and gave it to her. My dad helped me and used oil pastels to draw the mountains and the sunset. I used the M&M characters as the graduates, because my sister's favorite candy is M&Ms.
This is still one of my favorite drawings, because it always reminds me of that special day.
Colored pencil and oil pastels on paper