Original title (It was too long) ---> I tried so hard, and got so far... In The End, it didn't even matter.

Sorry i'm not writing this on spanish. I would take forever.

Hello all. I'm quite pleased FA is back. No, i don't have much new art in all the time that has passed, sorry, but i'll post what little i've finished later on.

Now then, what's with the title, you may wonder. Well... I didn't got around drawing much of lately, because i was focused on something that caught my attention. Entering an art school, here in Mexico called "CEDART Diego Rivera" which specializes on 4 branches of art: Dance, Theatre, Music and Plastic Arts (Plastic Arts = Drawing, Painting & Sculpting). (Cultural note: Diego Rivera was a famous mexican painter). After getting some information on it, i said: "Okay. Bring it on". Yet, due to some rules of the school, this would be my first and last chance to enter this school. This is what happened:

1. Due to high demand, it was necessary to get there early on the day and get a little paper which certifies and approves you can take the examn of general knowledge (Geography, Biography, Science, Spanish, English, History, Maths, etc) After spending 19 hours on the street without eating, drinking or sleeping, i got number 75 out of 300.

2. 1 week later i went to "register", so i could take that examn i spoke of before... Or at least that's what i thought. No sooner before arriving to the school, my mother realizes she forgot my documents on the subway, and got deppresed. (Original birth certificate, certificate of high school, CURP (Clave Única de Registro de Población = Unique key of poblation registry), photos, etc). At that time i said: "Chill, it's just a school, you know." Nonetheless, we went to the school and asked if they could give me a chance to present my documents later, and they agreed. That night we returned home, and 30 minutes or so later, a guy called Miguel (Michael in english) knocked the door, holding my documents on his hand. I was so fucking glad, and not only this made my night, but also that it's good to know that there are humans out there who still have civism. 3 days later, i went to the school and registered for that examn. That went alright.

3. 1 month later after studying a lot, i was summoned to present my examn at this school. I departed with a smile, as deep inside me i felt i passed. 4 days later, apparently yes, i passed. On this step they eliminated 200, only leaving 100 left.

4. A day after those, i went to an informative gathering to check out what will the next examn consist of, and ask some questions about the school itself, when was it created, why, etc.

5. 3 days after that gathering i went on to take a medical examn, i got undressed, except for my underwear *insert embarassment here* out of which i got exceptional results, especially on my stamina and physical strength, except for one. The doctor was concerned about a white spot, barely noticeable, near my cheek. She said this is a lack of vitamins or nutrients green stuff gives, stuff such as lettuce, which i hate eating. She recommended me a medicine which i do not have yet. And they charged me $25 for all this shit! Thieves...

6. A week after that, the next examn started. An aptitude examn, which i thought just consisted on a single day, and they would meassure if you have the right "feeling" to work, and if you are willing to cooperate. To my surprise it was a full week of taking normal classes, the basics, and also the 4 artistic areas. I needed to get up at 5:00 a.m every day to get out of my house at 6:00 and arrive at 7:00.

Monday: Arrived. I'm in group "D". I actually know some of the humans here, i saw 'em when i took my examn of general knowledge. First class: English. Piece of cake. We got to know each other and respond basic questions in english. I had no problems with that. Then plastic arts (Yay). I must admit there were very good ones on that class, but i was happy to see i was better than others. Then a break and other classes. The rest of the day went quite nice. I returned home with a smile on my face after an enjoyable experience at the school.

Tuesday: On my way to the school, i got robbed for the first time ever, knife on hand, and rather than being scared and whimpering in fear, i smiled and laughed without making noise. Yes, they touched me, but not in -that- way. XD They took many stuff, including my bag, a lot of drawings i had finished, my clipboard, money, pencils, my wallet and that little paper i got when waiting on the street, which was necessary for entering school. Suckers thought i had a cellphone, an iPod or the like. They also asked for a bracelet i have and a clock my dad gave me, but i refused. They threatened me but at that time i didn't cared. I looked at them on they're eyes and an horrible silence surrounded us for like 5, 6 seconds. Then they said "Alright... Get the fuck outta here already, dude..." But no one simply robs Valkyrion The Wolf. I turned away and started to walk slowly, then i turned back quickly and grabbed the one with the knife off his shirt, then hitted 'em in the face with a boxer. (No, not the underwear XD It's an accessory worn on the front paws, or hands, which is made of metal and has spikes) until he fell to the floor complaining about how much it hurted. I tried to snatch the other, but he ran away with my stuff. More angry than scared, i went to the school and the rest of the days went normally. My family were worried about me, but things happen, and that's that.

Wednesday: Another day. I took plastic arts, and again it went good. This day i also took music, and i got 4 10's *grins and stands proudly* XD But i also took classical dance. I thought it was going to be another thing, but as soon as i knew it was ballet i was: What the...!!!!. I didn't did very well on that class, and the teacher, she called me, well... "Insulso" which means "Without creativity or grace". At the moment, as an artist, it hurted me but i don't really care what she says.

Thursday and Friday transcurred most excellent.

7. With all that said n' done, 3 weeks after i went to pick up my results, and... I didn't got in. My family, again, were very worried and sad about me, but like i said when i lost my documents, i said "Chill, it's just a school. Heh." Yes, i really really wanted to enter, but it couldn't happen for one reason or the other. On the way home, i began with my thoughts, and came to a conclusion, same one i had thought long ago: "Well, what's done is done and it all happened for a reason i suppose. Suckers don't know the future talent they're missing, anyway." I laughed at myself. "And about art, i do not think i need to obligatory enter an art school in order to be a professional artist in any of the branches i want to specialize, those being drawing, painting, writing, playing music and sculpting. I eed to fight for what i love, what i like, for my dreams, my goals. Besides from the essential material to work with, i only need confidence on myself, perseverance, creativity, dedication and a little stubborn-ness, and i believe i have all these. It will come along slowly, and i may not learn some important techniques i would have learned on school otherwise, but it will come along, nonetheless. Besides, that school isn't my goal, it would have been a personal preference. To all of this, my goal is to enter the national school of art here on Mexico, not the CEDART."

And that's what happened recently on my life. Now that that is all said n' done, i will begin drawing at home again, and learn from everything a little. I will complete school somewhere else. It needs a LOT more than this to stop me from achieving what i want, and achieve it i shall, i'm sure. Thanks for reading all this.

P.S: Again, they stole my drawings. But i should have some done by the end of the weekend. Need to regain the time i have lost. XD