I will never forget Brianna’s drawings, their well-chosen captions and all the sorts of clever ways she had to visually transmit information to the class via her medium. She had found her niche in my classroom. The class had found the creator of its “brand” within the building. I had found a gem whom I never would have found without this process.
Every one of Brianna’s drawings all year was a work of art, and, when they were displayed on the back wall of the room, people were immediately drawn to them. Brianna turned my classroom into an art gallery!
It is sobering to think now, knowing the contribution that Brianna made to our class, that if she had not been our artist, she might have sucked air out of class with her still-waters-run-deep teenage angst thing.