If I had to pick a favorite subject in school, it would definitely be a toss-up between math and art. Drawing, painting, solving math problems—they were my happy place! There was something incredibly satisfying about filling blank pages with colors and numbers. I wasn’t just interested; I was invested. I scored the highest in both, feeling like a mini Picasso who could also ace equations. Life was good!
But, of course, life had other plans. Thanks to my father’s transferable job, I became an expert at packing and unpacking boxes. Just when I’d settle into one school, make a couple of friends, and get the hang of a teacher’s quirks, it was time to say goodbye and start all over again. But I never imagined that just at the start of my 10th grade, I’d have to say goodbye to my favorite subjects too.
This time, we landed in a school that felt more like an obstacle course than a place to learn. The environment wasn’t exactly inspiring, and let’s talk about the math teacher. Picture a person who could make counting sheep actually seem interesting compared to their explanations. The enthusiasm I had for math? It shriveled up like a raisin in the sun. And art? With all the shuffling around, I barely had the energy to pick up a paintbrush, let alone create anything remotely interesting.
By now, I was becoming quieter and shyer with each school switch, and making friends felt like solving an equation I just couldn’t figure out. With every move, I drifted further from the subjects and hobbies that once made me, well, me. Math problems became just problems, and drawing? It was like an old friend I had lost touch with.
Looking back, I still miss the joy I used to feel in math class and the thrill of splashing paint on a canvas. But maybe one day, I’ll pick up that paintbrush again, and who knows? Maybe I’ll even solve a math problem or two—just for old times’ sake.
The Thought Box 
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