My dad was somewhat of a naturalist and used to teach US about different birds and trees. So did a FIFTH GRADE teacher who made a lasting IMPACT on me; to this day, I remember his lessons about counting the needles on pine trees, seeing if they are twisted or STRAIGHT, and about checking the tips of oak leaves to see if they are pointed or lobed.
Read MoreI started playing VIOLIN in the 5th grade. They had a program in school where you could get out of CLASS to go play INSTRUMENTS. So I raised my HAND, left out of class, me and a bunch of my homeboys, just to get out of class for that day. They asked what instrument you WANTED to play and I picked the violin.
Read MoreIn eighth GRADE, I pretty MUCH didn't want to pass. I was 6'8'.' I was ALWAYS bigger and stronger. I was getting triple-teamed, and the results weren't good. I wasn't helping my team. I was forcing shots. Then I started passing it out to my team, and they started HITTING shots and slashing, and that's when things opened up for me.
Read MoreI cried every day of first grade. In class. Which meant I ended up GETTING COMFORTABLE emoting in a PLACE where it wasn't the NORM.
Read MoreI've been painting off and on since I was in sixth grade. I don't paint when I'm acting - I'm not really ABLE to split my focus that way. I do it INTENSELY when I'm doing it, but I'm reluctant to TAKE myself too seriously as a painter because that would mean there would be pressure to be BETTER than I am.
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