It was 1984. I was eleven. I was in fifth grade.
The assignment was a report on dinosaurs. I had done the research. Put in the work. My facts were documented, my prose clear, and my deductions unassailable. But I didn’t want my efforts to get lost in the pile of Trapper Keepers and Garfield folders. So I drew my own artwork (not required) on several inside pages and on the cover.
For the front I chose the terrifying Tyranosaurus Rex. With green eyes.
I got an A.