The suspense was killing everyone....
My entire household, my teacher, my friends...
We were all engulfed in a tense cloud of hope, optimism and even doubt.
Days, weeks passed without any word from the bank.
Our hopes began to sink..
Then they called us.
I realized that something was different when my art teacher, Mrs. Davis, interrupted my Maths class to give me some news.
My hopes soared as my eyeballs registered her ecstatic face.
Her bright smile activated the optimist switch in my head.
I was unprepared for what was next.
She said, "Johnathan, I have news from the bank. Your painting has been shortlisted for judging..."
Finally some stress relief. My day was instantly brightened.
I had to submit a brief explanation for my piece..
We all realized that this was the next step of judging.
This had to be good if I wanted a chance at this prize.
The brainstorming session lasted from that morning until 9:13pm that night when the description was sent to Mrs. Davis in completed form for submission to the bank.
The buzz of excitement was present for another couple of days as we reminisced in pride about the quality of both the painting and the explanation.
Then, suspense reared its hideous head once more as the bank released NO feedback on whether they even received my email!!!
WHAT IF THEY DIDN'T GET IT?
WHAT IF I SPELT THE DESTINATION EMAIL ADDRESS WRONG?
ALL MY HARD WORK WASTED DUE TO A TYPO??!!!
Suspense, suspense, suspense
Mrs. Davis couldn't take it anymore and called the bank.
It turned out that they received it the day after submission....
sigh, couldn't they say something??
Time passed, long periods of non-communication emerged and feelings of disappointment filled my head as I visioned my painting being returned to me as one that 'also ran' in the competition.
A phone call was received.
A glorious phone call was received.
I was given an invitation to the Awards Ceremony, which would unveil the seven paintings chosen for display.
To be concluded...