we’re doing these chalk murals in school for AP art, outside, right?
and mine is a little more complex than others, since i’m taking a drawing I did in my sketchbook and graphing it out, so mine was taking longer than other peoples’.
So I asked my teachers if I could skip the following period to stay out and work on it, and they were cool with it.
That period, though, my teacher has the “regular” artclass, aka “lets-flick-rubber-cement-boogers-at-people” class. They’re doing the same project so w/e
so i get out there and i’m working and tHIS GIRL
SHOUTS OUT FROM ACROSS THE COURTYARD
“MR. CARTER, THIS PROJECT IS RUINING MY NAILS!”
I look down at my charcoal-blackened hands, my nails cut so short (but dark dust has still managed to gather underneath them), the tips of my fingers forever a dark gray, and I shout back, “NAILS? THIS PROJECT HAS RUINED MY LIFE.”