In the 9th grade I wanted to learn fencing. I overheard some friends did it after school and I wanted to connect with them and become better friends. I asked my mom and we signed me up. When I arrived, I was in a class with 2nd and 3rd graders. I had to take the semester long intro class before I could move onto the class with my potential new friends. It was terrible having to dual these real little kids who didn't listen and couldn't grasp the techniques being taught. It was the most out of place I've ever felt... I stuck through the class, but I didn't move onto the next one with my potential new friends. These days, I find myself drawing a lot of fencing characters. Maybe from the trauma or the untapped interest I never pursued. The characters are like the friends I wanted to make way back then.