High School was fun. There was no problem getting an A. But it was more fun to goof off. However, during those four years sprouted the seed of social skills. Before I was ashamed of my accent, but now a teacher said that it was suave. So it went to my head. Art was the easiest subject and for that reason many creative classes were taken. When friends ran for office, I'd paint their posters. Since my drawings of Porky Pig were outstanding, all the girls got copies. One day, while walking to school, I passed a newstand run by a retarded person. He had decorated his cubicle with a variety of cartoon figures far better than my Porky Pig. It was so devastating that it made me quit doing any type of art.