I met Mrs. Neidl in the ninth grade on a stage-design team for a play and she was one of the directors. Almost instantly I loved her. She had an unpleasant voice and a direct way of speaking, she was encouraging and inspiring. For some reason, she was impressed with my work and me.
Mrs. Neidl would ask me for my . She wanted to know how I thought we should things. At first I had no idea how to answer because I knew about stage design! But I slowly began to respond to her . It was cause and effect: She believed I had opinions, so I began to them. She trusted me to complete things, so I completed them perfectly. She loved how I was, so I began to show up to paint more and more. She believed in me, so I began to believe in myself.
Mrs. Neidl's that year was, "Try it. We can always paint over it !"I began to take . I had been so afraid of failing but suddenly there was no failing-----only things to be upon. I learned to dip my brush into the paint and create something.
The shy, quiet freshman achieved success that year. I was in the program as "Student Art Assistant" because of the time and effort I'd put in. It was that year that I I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing stage design.
Being on that stage-design team Mrs. Neidl changed me completely. Not only was I stronger and more competent than I had thought, but I also a strong interest and a world I hadn't known existed. She taught me not to what people think I should do: She taught me to take chances and not be . Mrs. Neidl was my comforter when I was upset. Her in me has inspired me to do things that I never imagined .
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