This semester, I enrolled in a sculpture class. As I entered on my first day, I was a bit apprehensive. All throughout my life, my interest in art had been mostly focused on drawing. I'd never really done any work with my hands like sculpture, and I'd never really worked in 3D. So I was nervous. I didn't know if I would be any good at it, I didn't know if I was going to enjoy it at all, I didn't know if I was possibly about to fail spectacularly.
Fast forward to last Wednesday. I had just finished the wax portion of my sculpture (we're making sculptures in wax, then making molds out of them, melting out the wax and then pouring metal into the molds). Over the course of my working on it, I had been told several times, by both fellow students and other random people who wandered into our studio, that my sculpture was impressive and well-crafted. I can't tell you how great it made me feel to have done something like that with little experience.
So today's lesson: Push your limits!! You'll have no idea how it might turn out, but trust me, if you keep trying you'll eventually find something that you're really good at and you really like. This is also how I found my real passion: film. I took a video production class my senior year of high school on a whim, and I loved it. I knew that it was the medium I was supposed to be working in. So play around! Take a chance!
Quick Jenna update: She said she'd ask the doctor about that whooping cough thing. I asked her about the dreams too, but she said she didn't really remember them.