When You Draw a Perfect Circle by: Ella Lewis

The history project is almost complete, just one sketch of Abraham Lincoln and it would all be over. You pick the obvious choice of drawing a stick figure, and you begin with the head.


A squiggle here, a squiggle there, and done! He just needs a hat to complete the look. But wait! You suddenly realize that his head looks like a smashed watermelon.


As a way of saying it plain, your brain creates a personage of Lincoln himself. His pencil arms push off the page and he looks at you with an incomplete set of eyes.


“Fourscore and seven years ago, I was able to draw a perfect circle, and that is the truth!” he taunts.


So, with a clean sheet of paper, you begin again.


“No, no, no, no, no” he says as you continue making mistakes.


By now your hand burns with exhaustion, and a sharp headache is setting in. You close your eyes, taking in the deepest breath you had taken in all day. With a final stroke, a final loop, the two points of where you started and ended intertwine.


Your eyes open. There on the page sits a round, no bumps, no lumps, complete, absolutely perfect, circle! All you can do is have an internal celebration. With that, your favorite penny face man winks and disappears. You did it yo’!


AWESOME!