Art Doesn't Count

 When I was in the gifted section of the glass in the second grade, which I was only in because I cheated on a math test, we got to work with clay one day, while everyone else did their flash cards, or noun exercises.  Out of my ass I make this perfect duck and everyone loved it.  The teacher couldn't stop going on about it.  This kid I really respected, and I hoped he considered me his friend told me how cool it was.  They even put it out on display in the library.  I am not artistic and in no way did I intend to be, but that day I learned, or maybe it wasn’t that day but yesterday, that you don’t have to be good to be successful at art you just have to be lucky.