Finals. Does anyone actually enjoy finals? No, don't answer that.
Our Art teacher decided it was pointless to have a final for her class, which I am incredibly thankful for. What I am not thankful for is her descision to make us scrub every paint-caked, glue-covered, tape-smothered, ink-splattered surface in the classroom. Okay, I'm exxagerating. She didn't make us clean the closet. She did, however, provide us with industrial sized bottles of foul, overly orangy smelling cleaner and sponges. lovely. do you have any idea how hard it is to get acrylic paint off of wood? I didn't either. After an hour of nail-breaking and arm-numbing scrubbing, my enlightenment is far from satisfying. But we had the beatles on in the background, and friends!
When our work was deemed sufficient, we journeyed to the Performing Arts Center to watch a movie. I would've skipped if I had known it would be that depressing. Thanks for that.
what movie was it?
ReplyDeleteI have no clue.
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