Editor's note: Having learned to be creative in drawing pictures at home, young Tommy is dismayed when he goes to school and finds the art lessons there much more regimented. Tommy knew that the art teacher came to the school every other Wednesday. He could tell she was an artist because she wore a blue smock over her dress and she always carried a big box of thick colored chalks.
Once, Tommy and Jeannie looked at the drawings that were hung up in the hallway. They were done by the first graders.
"Your pictures are much better," Jeannie told Tommy. "Next year when we have real art lessons, you'll be the best one."
Tommy could hardly wait. He practiced all summer. Then, on his birthday, which was right after school began, his mom and dad gave him a box of sixty-four Crayola crayons. Regular boxes of crayons had red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, brown and black. This box had so many other colors: blue-violet, turquoise, red-orange, pink, and even gold, silver and copper.
"Class," said Miss Landers, the first-grade teacher, "next month, the art teacher will come to our room, so on Monday instead of singing, we will practice using our crayons."
On Monday, Tommy brought his sixty-four crayons to school. Miss Landers was not pleased.
"Everyone must use the same crayons," she said. "SCHOOL CRAYONS!"
School crayons had only the same old eight colors.
As Miss Landers passed them out to the class, she said, "These crayons are school property, so do not break them, peel off the paper, or wear down the points."
"How am I supposed to practice being an artist with SCHOOL CRAYONS?" Tommy asked Jack and Herbie.
"That's enough, Tommy," Miss Landers said. "And I want you to take those birthday crayons home with you and leave them there."
And Joe was right. They only got ONE piece of
Finally, the day of the art lesson came. Tommy could hardly sleep that night.
The next morning, he hid the box of sixty-four crayons under his sweater and went off to school. He was ready!
The door opened and in walked the art teacher. Miss Landers said, "Class, this is Mrs. Bowers, the art teacher. Patty, who is our paper monitor this week, will give out one piece of paper to each of you. And remember, don't ruin it because it is the only piece you'll get. Now, pay attention to Mrs. Bowers."
"Class," Mrs. Bowers began, "because Thanksgiving is not too far away, we will learn to draw a Pilgrim man, a Pilgrim woman and a turkey. Watch carefully and copy me."
Copy? COPY? Tommy knew that real artists
didn't copy. This was terrible. This was supposed
to be a real art lesson. He folded his arms and just sat there.
"Now what's the matter?" Miss Landers asked. Tommy looked past her and spoke right to Mrs. Bowers.
"I'm going to be an artist when I grow up and my cousins told me that real artists don't copy. And besides, Miss Landers won't let me use my own sixty-four Crayola crayons."
"Well, well," Mrs. Bowers said. "What are we going to do?" She turned to Miss Landers and they whispered together. Miss Landers nodded.
"Now, Tommy," Mrs. Bowers said. "It wouldn't be fair to let you do something different from the rest of the class. But I have an idea. If you draw the Pilgrim man and woman and the turkey, and if there's any time left, I'll give you another piece of paper and you can do your own picture with your own crayons. Can you do that?"
"I'll try," Tommy said, with a big smile.
And he did.
And he did.
And he still does.
Pub Date: 3/25/98