Being abroad, I wanted to take classes that would (admittedly) be a little easier, but that would also count towards requirements back at school. I thought that none other than an art class would fit the bill. Recalling my glory days of third grade drawing, I thought this would be a walk in the park. And yes, although there aren't many intensive readings or presentations, it has given me far more respect for the work that goes into making art. Now when I look at a painting I don't just see a face or a landscape, but the time and creativity that goes into making it.

1. Art is easy - I did art as a kid!

If five year old me can do it, 20 year old me can do it.

2. Oh so I actually have to pay attention in class?

There are things you actually learn - and have to listen to.

3. We have homework?

Huuuuge curveball.

4. So I am not good at drawing as it turns out.

Apparently I was misled by my coloring books.

5. This isn't really that hard!

*tries to make self feel better*

6. So this is that hard, though.

7. I'm actually proud of this one!

Actually put some work in. Feeling good.

8. Maybe I can sell this for something?

Instantly turning into artistic genius, getting false notions of talent. I could make a pretty penny off of my drawing of a wine bottle.

9. Seeing other people's work - "I take it back" no one would ever buy that.

No pretty penny off of my drawing of a wine bottle.

10. Honestly, it's fine. I don't even care that much.

Brushing it off as in "I didn't even care to begin with." Just in it for the credit, fam.