Class tonight was emotional and kind of deep. We were critiquing our Self-Portrait assignment, which everyone seemed to dislike or have trouble with. Our pictures needed to portray something about us and/or a hardship we have been through. One lady’s pictures consisted of her hand on her husband’s grave, flags from a veteran’s memorial, and other personal things. She started to cry as we talked about her photos, which was completely understandable. She went on to say how hard this assignment was for her. I’m assuming it was because most of it had to do with her husband’s death. Our teacher told her that maybe she should do this more often because it can be a good outlet for her and it seemed like everyone agreed with that suggestion; I’m not sure about her but we agreed. She said she comes to this class to get out of her house and keep her mind off of it; that really got to me. As we moved on, another student said this is why he likes photography; so he can get what he feels out. Our teacher agreed and said that we often feel safe when we can capture what we see and are able to look at it later. I had never thought of it that way before. Then we got to the last student and we found out that her husband is in the process of chemo and that she is at a hospital all week. I felt for her, especially when she said his new medicine isn’t helping him at all. She, just like the first lady said she likes to come to class because it gets her out of the hospital and her house and she doesn’t have to think about any of that when she is at school. It was then that I realized we weren’t all in this class just because we loved photography but we were all in the class because we were running away from something. It was also the same moment I didn’t feel so alone.
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