“Oh my god, is that really a bird?” remarked Miss Perfect who sat on the desk next to mine, as she peered into my drawing sheet and rolled her eyes. She raised her own drawing and proudly pointed at the beautifully sketched swan. It was perfect to the point that I almost wondered if she had traced it from a picture book. I looked down dejectedly at my crude strokes of crayons that conjured the image of a dancing peacock. It was messy, alright. But I loved it. I had used all my favorite colors to beautify it. Of course, a lot of those colors spilled out of the lines and my drawing wasn’t as perfect as that of my snooty perfect neighbor there. But I simply loved my handiwork.