In high school I learned that I was a creative person. It was a tough time for me. I was a quiet introverted kid. I had grown up on the wide open prairies, and to me high school in the city was suffocating. I had little interest in sports or parties, and I found myself out of touch with my peers.
The first couple years were the worst, but I did make one good decision. I chose to take art as an elective. This decision was based on my perception that it would be easy. What I found was my own personal oasis.
The art room was large, open, and seemed always to exist in a state of dimness. It was a relaxing space, where to my surprise, I found I had talent. Not only was I good, in some areas I really excelled. Over the years, my skills grew, and I found a welcome camaraderie with the art instructor. I think he appreciated my talent, and also my attitude.
Growing up in a farming family had meant that there was little time for things like art. Creative pursuits had to be practical. Instead of painting landscapes, we would paint barns. Sculpting was replaced by trenching – which always involved plenty of clay.
I am grateful to the School for having the insight to invest in a very good art program. Moreover, I am grateful to the art teacher. A gruff bearded man, he looked more like a logger than a fine art instructor. He gave me a little encouragement, and allot of space. It was the perfect conditions for me to thrive.
In high school I learned that creativity had value. Or, more accurately, that I had value.
Stay Wild!
The Wild 
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