11.23.09
PETER. COME TO BED.
"Can I just be honest for a second?" Sarah, a normally reserved girl asks in our Concept Drawing class, "I think that this is bullshit!"
We've just received the news that our Artist Utility belts that had been assigned a month ago are now being counted as extra credit. The emotions in the class range from "Are you serious?" in strained angry tones to "Are you serious?" in relieved sighs usually heard after surviving near fatal car accidents.
Sarah falls into the former camp. "Just because one person complained to Mr. Miller we have to change the whole curriculum? We already did that once and now we have to do it again? It's just not fair, we already dropped the A projects and now we're dropping this one? It's crap and it's stupid and whoever complained is being really selfish."
Her voice is cracking and I look to the floor, embarrassed for her. Realizing that my lack of eye contact probably makes me look like I'm the person who complained, I lift my head back up and try to look serene, like I have no secrets.
It really isn't a mystery who complained though and she, along with everybody else, knows this. "HE already got his way once why does he have to keep complaining?" she asks before adding a "...or she" to save face. I shoot a look over at the 99% likely culprit and see that he's propped his head up on his arm and isn't breaking eye contact with the floor.
Tin says "Thank you" to her for being outraged for him and he lectures us on how we need to go to him with complaints not behind his back to Mr. Miller. Me, I'm just more surprised to see him in front of the classroom. I half expected to walk in and see Deborah waiting for us to inform us that he and his child bride have been kicked to the curb. I couldn't care less about the backpack being scrapped, and considering it's being offered as an extra credit assignment that counts for 30% of our grade effectively rendering the final A project meaningless if you choose to not do it, I don't understand why everyone else cares either. But then again maybe I just don't care about anything and wish I was back in the woods again, even if it means I'd have to use a rock as a pillow again.
ratherbored at 10:33