Why is it that your bed becomes exponentially more comfortable when you have to get out of it. I swear it wasn’t so comfortable last night. I got up early today because I figured I needed to get working on my art for Drawing. I have to work on a value study, a shape value study, be halfway through on a significant project still life, and 4 sketches? What Thursday you say? YARRR! I have never experienced art before that involved so much PAIN. I stole 6 eggs from the Dining Hall this morning to draw. If it hadn’t been so damn early the whole endeavor would have been knee slapping hilarity. I mean I had eggs in my purse. I will let you imagine the resulting acrobatics.
Does anyone know when we can go and get our IB diplomas?
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