在整理這些大學時期畫的作品時，突然想起過去的一件小故事。，至今仍觸動我的心。
從小學三年級的開始，一直喜歡畫畫也很喜歡上美術課，但在國中時美術課時，發生一件另人很難過的事，也一直提醒我，長大後不要成為這樣的人。
通常在美術課是我最喜愛的時光，國中二年級時第一次上這位老師的課（因那時因升學主義影響，美術課不被重視，每週只有一堂課，每個學期的美術老師也都不同) 有一次美術老師在課堂上，交待了一份回家的美術作業，請我們回家後，畫一幅自訂題目的素描作品。我於是繳交一張四開大小的素描作品給美術老師。
經過一個禮拜之後，每個人的素描作品交了回來，美術老師也給所有的同學打了分數。但美術老師卻把我叫在一旁，問我說我的素描作品，是我自己畫的嗎？美術老師一直問我，是不是我的家人的哥哥及姊姊幫我畫的，我其實非常的不舒服及難過，老師居然問我這樣的問題。
我跟美術老師說，我花了很多時間，才把這張素描作品完成，但很可惜的是美術老師壓根不相信我，說我這樣的年紀，不可能有這樣美術技巧的素描作品。美術老師對那時14歲的我所產生這樣的質疑及權威，我是不可能有任何的反抗及議異聲音。
最後，更令我不能接受的是，美術老師居然把我的素描作品給沒收，我只能很傷心的想美術老師為何要如此懷疑我，心中壓根不願意作品被沒收，也很納悶為什麼會這樣，花了許久時間的素描作品卻被懷疑。
長大後，沒有因為這件事，而失去對美術的興趣，還是很愛美術藝術。雖然現在不太畫素描作品，但也提醒我，不要對未來的小朋友，造成負面的創傷記憶經驗，也期許自己不要成為這樣的大人。共勉之，Bless！
While sorting through my university-era paintings, a small story from my past came to mind.
Since third grade, I’ve loved drawing and looked forward to every art class. But in junior high, a painful incident during an art lesson left a lasting impression, reminding me never to become such a person when I grow up.
Art class was usually my favorite time. In eighth grade, I had a new art teacher—due to the focus on academics back then, art was undervalued, with only one class per week and a different teacher each semester. Once, the teacher assigned a homework task to create a free-themed sketch. I poured my heart into it and submitted a large, detailed drawing.
A week later, the teacher returned everyone’s work with grades but called me aside to question if I had drawn mine myself. He repeatedly asked if my older siblings had helped, which made me feel deeply hurt and uncomfortable. I explained that I had spent hours completing the sketch, but sadly, the teacher didn’t believe me, insisting a 14-year-old couldn’t have such skill. His doubt and authority left me powerless to argue.
Most upsettingly, he confiscated my drawing. I was heartbroken, wondering why he doubted me so much and devastated to lose the work I’d labored over. Despite this, I never lost my love for art. Though I rarely draw sketches now, this experience taught me not to discourage children or leave them with painful memories. I aspire to be an adult who inspires and supports young dreamers. Let’s encourage each other—blessings!
