The board turns around and the question is revealed. Pens hit paper. People start writing. I just stare at it like a deer looking into headlights.

It is such an abstract question. A question with so many different answers depending on what is going on in someone’s head. But at this moment, there was nothing going on in my little noggin. So, I started drawing, creative, right?

In the middle of drawing my 5th flower, my professor stops the class, looks at us and says, “Why not?


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