Sadly, my drawing skills never really improved all since then. Also, is it just me, or did I draw myself looking a tiny bit like the Joker in that picture?
Hmm, okay, maybe not.
It’s been a while since I reached into the giant stack of old schoolwork and other papers that my folks sent out to me a few years ago, so I thought it was time to do that again. And what did I fish out? This vaguely creepy little pseudo-Venn diagram:
This week, I reached into the pile of ancient schoolwork (generously supplied by my parents) and found this little article about the “Woodland Indians” of central New York:
Today we have another example of “Why Jim didn’t draw his own comic book panels”, in the form of what appears to be a home-made folder cover from the early or mid 1970s:
For school assignments, I always wrote a lot of what could charitably called “speculative fiction” (or, less charitably, “nonsense”). Here’s a very short example, most likely from elementary school, although it’s hard to tell because I didn’t bother to date it, or even to put my name on it: