|[Pretentious and esoteric joke]|
|You have no idea how tempted I was.|
"THIS DIDN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN. THIS WAS YOUR FAULT. 843"
Of course, none of this is to imply that we're just cycling through the examples of form without any specific end in mind. Now we're doing individual projects based on space in Mrs. Edmonson's class.
As of this writing, I plan to either write a monologue or do a (inevitably poor) drawing.
I was very certain to hide my drawing from everyone else while I was drawing it. I didn't want to freak anyone out by drawing a dead bird with almost surgical precision. As little as I care about the opinion of others, I really didn't want to risk a trip to a therapist's office because I didn't draw something happy and bright like a kitten, or some money, or some trite, cloying Hallmark greeting card slogan that you would find in the gift shop of a hospital or something.
|"Can you help me? I looked all over the place, but I couldn't find any cards to celebrate my friend's first out-of-body existentialist experience."|