Beginner’s luck
Not that I believe in luck. But there are few other plausible explanations for the success of my first attempt at drawing.
Maybe I’m being too hard on myself? Perhaps you won’t think so when you see my second attempt. The latter drawing probably requires some basic explication. It is, believe it or not, a representational work. It depicts an Olympic gymnast executing the “Iron Cross” maneuver.
When I finished it, I thought I’d title it Friday the 13th Part XXVIII: Jason Goes for the Gold.
In my own defense, these first two exercises from Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain did make different demands. The first drawing was to be of a person, drawn from life, the head only. The second was much more difficult (in my estimation): an unspecified person drawn without reference to a model or a photograph.
My instructor suggested that I assess my own work, writing what was pleasing to me and displeasing on the back of each drawing. She writes, “These comments will be interesting to you at the end of the set of exercises.” I take this to mean I won’t believe what a dunce I once was when they do a retrospective of my early works at the Guggenheim Bilbao. 
Nils, I think the picture is very good! Who knows, if you keep up the development of the right side of the brain, you may developed into a modern-day Van Gogh (sans his mutilation endeavors)