This is what happens whenever I try to study math:
Weird.. angel things. Dream Theater lyrics. Dream Theater logo. An eye. My name (twice). Pink Floyd lyrics. An apple. A globe. Piano keys. Some math. And an elephant shaped like a tennis ball, holding a tennis racket. With his trunk.
I wonder what my mom would say if she saw this paper. She tends to analyze whatever I doodle.
For example, I used to draw butterflies a lot. And whenever she saw them she'd to say,
"This means you're longing to be free. Free of what, Danya? Tell me."
Then when I switched to flowers she'd say,
"Ah, so. You have bloomed. Does this mean you're free of whatever was bothering you? I'm glad."
And she leaves the room with a satisfied smile on her face.
As for eyes, I've been drawing them since 4th grade. Apparently they mean:
"Danya, you're feeling like you're constantly being watched. By whom, Danya? Tell me."
She also comments on how I write my name a lot. It means I am a narcissist. I am awed by the fact that she can so artfully balance between calling me a narcissist on some days, then telling me I need to feel more confident on others.
My mother is a weirdo. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.
I wonder what she'd say if she saw that elephant tennis ball.
List of possible scenarios:
"You have a secret need to whack an elephant with a tennis racket."
"Wow.... This is... This is... deep, man. Real deep."
"Honey, have you been taking something? Are you riding the white pony?"
"This is...... This means..... You............ You're feeling.... This is beyond my area of expertise.... I'm calling a psychiatrist."
Math final tomorrow. Gulp.