Since I was a little girl I have been drawing on all paper available, including envelops, programmes and writing-pads in school. Many times it felt like drawing was the only thing that carried me through tedious classes. I was never bad in school, my marks were good enough, but I must do something with my hands, it helps me concentrate. To sit still just listening to the teacher was driving me mad, and so a lot of my writing-pads were covered in drawings. I’m better at concentrating in school now, but I still fall back into my old pattern of drawing in class sometimes. This is a thing I did last year when I was bored to death in a class that didn’t add anything to my knowledge.
Some habits die hard.