I was young and green and possessed of the belief that I could do anything I put my mind and my effort to. So I took a job teaching sixth graders, notwithstanding that the only experience I had with that was my own attendance as a child in a sixth grade class.
As it turned out, this small township school provided me with twenty-four sixth grade students for whom I was responsible from 7:50 A.M. until 3:20 P.M., except during the weeks that I had "late bus duty." Then I got to go home at four.
This was called a "self-contained classroom," which simply meant that I got to present the entire curriculum to the learners, including art. I am not an artist, had no practical experience in art beyond a course in art history (which I liked very much) and my own coloring-book when I was a wee child.
So, naturally in my belief that I could succeed at anything, including the teaching of art lessons to these youngsters, I enrolled in "Teaching Art in the Elementary Classroom." I still have a few examples of the efforts I made in order to learn the presentation of a lesson or a technique to the students.
The first example is called "batik." Almost convinced myself I had talent. The second is a painting-- a finger painting. I successfully removed the mess from my hands and clothing. My favorite piece is a chalk drawing. If I find it somewhere in all this stuff, I may post it later.