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Art Students Beware...
...I Have Joined Your Class...

Long time since I've updated but this was simply too funny to pass up...

I wasn't in the best moods today to go to Art [shocking, isn't it?] and I didn't want to go but I went anyway.  ::Dramatic sigh::  It was doomed from the beginning.  After I'd gotten my art crap out of my car I was walking in between cars and wham! there went my arm into a truck mirror.  Ouch.  It wasn't funny but it was only scratched.  So I'm walking toward the art room [really a warehouse] and I glance down at my arm and there are two drops of blood.  

I groan and enter the art room and wait for my teacher to notice me.  He glances at me and the following conversation insues:

Me: "Do you have a bandaid?"
Him: "Yeah, we should."  Glances around idly.  "Why, what happened?"
M: Shows arm.  Glances at arm and sees blood dripping down off arm now.
H: "What happened?!?"  Freaks out and runs to supply cabinet.  Yells at teacher's aide.  "Jeff (I think that's his name), where's the first aide kit?  Isn't it supposed to be in here?"
Jeff: "It's on the wall."
We all look at wall where there's a big case labeled FIRST AIDE and feel extremely stupid.  Teacher goes over and rummages through it.
H: "What happened?"  Mutters about bandaids.  
M: "I walked into a mirror."
H: "So it's punctured?"
M: "No...scratched."
J: "You should wash it first."  I start to head for sinks.  "There's a bathroom over there."  I shrug, enter bathroom, wash off arm, exit.  
H: "Okay, cleansing cloth..."
M: "I really only need a bandaide."  Is ignored and cleansing cloth is pressed to arm.  Am then told to blow on it to dry it.  Then bandaid is applied finally.  "There you go."

No big deal, right?  Should be perfectly fine then.  Psh.  This is me we're talking about.  Like I said, Art was doomed.  Halfway through class I'm standing at my easel rocking out to the Subdigitals, Two-mix, Rascal Flatts, and Rent.  I see something out of the corner of my eye and turn to look at it.  Bad idea.  Whenever you see something out of the corner of your eye, don't look at it.

Turns out it was a roach.  I didn't scream.  I just jumped, smearing charcoal ALL over my canvas and almost sent my heavy metal easel flying into the Taiwainese[sp?] kid in front of me.  I tripped over my supply cabinet-thing and almost fell into a mirror.  Jeff comes over and asks what happened.  I told him "roach" and pointed at it.  It was scurrying away from us.  The girl in front and slightly to the left of me heard and screamed and jumped away.  At about that time the lights flickered and Mr. Roach disappeared somewhere.

You think that'd be enough, right?  Oh-so wrong you are.  At least those who said yes.  At the end of class I'm maneuvering my heavy-as-hell easel to sit with the rest and I don't know what happened but I slipped and bashed my other arm into it.  At least it didn't start bleeding like the left one.  It only got bruised.  Hurt though.  My teacher saw it and just shook his head and laughed at me.  I am the klutz of art class.  Yay?  

At least this year I'm not getting sick, right?  I'm only getting maimed instead.  ::makes face::  Well, off to study because I'm completely lost in Bio (only third class, this is bad) and Psych's actually getting challenging.  And uh...English is easy.  lol.  Ta-ta folks! 

Ew.  6:40am class tomorrow.  Shoot me?