This one is from around 15 years ago.

My mom signed me up to a... well, "art school" would be too big of a word. More of an art club (even though it had "art school" in the title).

The problems with it began with my entry, I suppose, when I was placed in an intermediate class, instead of beginner, I suspect almost exclusively due to my age. So, everybody there knows each other, and I'm socially awkward, insecure and repressed...

The first memory is of somehow getting on with a few people there, chatting, I suppose, someone saying something funny, and that girl laughing. I think in the process she leaned on me with her hand. I, for pretty much no conscious reason, pushed her away. Pretty firmly, as I remember.

She didn't react. Nobody did. I didn't react. I had no explanation for why I did that. I had no negative feelings towards her... Aside, I suppose from my general insecurity, social anxiety and stress.

I think I mostly remember this event in association with other school memories, etc.

Second, sort of related memory is of "graduating" (for lack of a better, more modest word) from this art... school.

Oh, yeah, I should mention that I skipped a lot of classes there, and this one particular subject I think I visited just twice. I hated going there but also was ashamed.

Well, I went there on the day of "graduation", really down. I sat in the hallway, not responding to most stimuli. I pretty much pretended to be out of it. Had to talk to the teacher of the subject that I skipped. ****ing buried the certificate.

Anyway, one of the blacker episodes in my memory. Also gets resurrected thinking about school.