Go to art class.

Finally, it was the day of art class, my most disliked subject. Although I liked the creativity and freedom I always felt inner block. I never really experienced my full potential, plus all those technicalities were giving me a headache. I knew a big assignment was coming up since Mr Gefferson loved his projects.

Mr Gefferson, now he was someone from another shelf. He was tall, handsome, and eloquent. Every girl from the art class had a bit of a crush on him, including me. The way he confidently spoke and shared his opinions. Next to him, I was always melting like a snowman in spring. Getting an A in his class meant something. Unfortunately, I mostly got C's from tasks.

• "Listen, everyone, as you might have expected, today you will receive the assignment for the next week. And since we are working through photography, you have to prove you understood the subject."
• "Excuse me, what was the subject?" Ask one of the students.
• "Oh, would you listen for once Betty? This week's subject is about taking a selfie and what it represents in our culture."
• "Pff, easy task teach." Said one of the guys at the back.
• "Don't be easily fooled. I want you to capture the essence of yourself in just one picture. After you take a worthy picture that encapsulates your inner self send it to my mailbox for scoring."

This assignment didn't seem hard to me. But I had some doubts, I wanted to ask him if I understood it correctly.