Is what I do best.
Today, my father and myself were cleaning out my room, and I found all these things from my childhood. One of them was from sixth grade, when I was in some gifted program called "Workshop". It was the year-end workshop newsletter, with writing selections, drawings, and games from people in each grade who were in Workshop.
I only had one addition to it. That was a one page story called "Dimension 3.5". It was just two superheroes beating each other up. I dunno how much my writing has matured since.
The most impressive thing in it was by an anonymous author, who I am pretty sure was Vasanth, one of the other people in the sixth grade. He probably should have been in college at that point, though. The article was about the dangers of philosophy. Sixth Grade. Sheesh.
The whole thing is, on the whole, rather embarassing. Apparently, being gifted means that you have a penchant for drawing manga style portraits of girls with animal ears.
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