The Bumblebee shouldn’t fly
Kat Burkett
You ever notice that in all the movies where there is a “chosen one” it basically means “world of hurt” for that character? That’s how I’d describe my life. Now, I’m no Harry Potter. I don’t have dark forces wanting me dead every semester, but to me, to be chosen is just bad news, bad luck, you name it. So when I say I was chosen to do art well, there is a part of me that looks for lightning bolts about to strike.
It didn’t start on a dark and stormy night or a galaxy far far away it all started in quiet suburbia on an abnormally sunny day in preschool. I don’t know what compelled me to draw the bumble from the cartoon that day, but I did. Heaven forbid I drew the bumblebee and from that day forth I was the artist. Possibly for lack there of one, I was the artist, or maybe the teacher didn’t want to waste the ribbon in the #1---set, but the seed was planted in my head that day and I grew up believing that that’s who I was. And that’s who people expected me to be. Elementary school to high school I was the artist. End of story. No questions asked. I never expected or tried to be anything else. It was like I was playing dress up for 13 years and I never decided to change.
So I start to wonder if that’s how these characters in the movies felt. “ That they were just expected to save the world or… be awesome. It could be that Anakin just wanted to be a droid racer and fix robots all his life, I don’t know. So when asked did I choose art or did art choose me? I really want to say neither. For fear of becoming an art Vader I want to say neither, but really for fear of discrediting all those years of a certain belief I say neither. Its odd to say but those that are chosen rarely get a choice.