Literally My Life

Art Class

Hai, so a lot of my friends wrote stories about the glory of art class, so i decided to write one too.

For those of you who dont know about the GLORY of our AMAZING art class, its.... interesting. So i have art class with some of my friends, but that doesnt change much cuz we dont get to talk a lot. Seriously, we get screamed at if we talk. But hey, at least we get lectured on the importance of coloring correctly (we had that last year) and thats MUCH better than having fun. duh! *sarcasm* *the song sarcasm plays in my head* Our art teacher is to lightly put it, evil. Not to mention she doesnt have the best music taste. Well..except "Different". That song is amazing. Not to mention catchy too. But nobody likes it *nudge nudge* jk.

 OKay, so one day i was in art class (G period) and my two other "friends"   (jk theyre  my friends theyre actually my besties) so one of them lets call her Hanna and the other one lets call her Paige. pls dont hate me "paige" btw. so i was sitting at a table with both of them painting fucking  grey scales. I HATE IT. ITS SO BORING. If u havent had to experience it yet, ur prolly thinking "y do u find this so frustrated about grey scales, it doesnt sound too bad" well darlings, it is PURE EFFING TORTURE. the thing is, when she first introduced the project, we didnt groan at all (or at least i didnt) i thought that it was going to be okayish.  But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO that was as far from the truth as it gets.  well anyways, back to my story. so one day hanna started putting paint on paiges face and paige then did the same to hanna. They kept doing that for a couple of minutes before out art teacher, lets call her ms. norbury, screamed "PAIGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in a piercing loud voice. it scared me and she didnt even say my name. She told her to clean up her stuff and meet her out in the hall. I looked up then and saw her terrified expression.  Call me sadistic but for some reason, I wanted to laugh. In my defense thou, her facial expression was hilarious. Then when she was in the hall, Ms. Norbury, said, "the other one" and Hanna said,  "who me??????" with SUCH an innocent voice it pretty much sounded like one of my other friend's voices. By the way that friend is like super innocent, but im prty shes just a wolf in sheep's clothing.  So they talked with Ms. Norbury and then came out and honestly they looked like they were both about to cry, but for different reason.  It looked like hanna was trying her hardest not to laugh, therefore bursting bursting into tears of laughter. Paige looked like she was about to start crying out of either anger or sadness.  Idk tho. I like cake. I like ice cream. Therefore -A is Alison Dilaurentis. And now i dont even know what im doing with my life. 

Here's me ranting about art class:

Okay so last year we had to do these posters for drug and alcohol and that kind of stuff awareness. For the posters we took SO FUCKING LONG TO "BRAINSTORM" AND I WAS ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP I WAS SO BORED. even after we had all our ideas about what we would write about and what our slogan we would use, WE GOT A LECTURE ABOUT HOW TO COLOR CORRECTLY FOR 80 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe im overreacting but, last time i checked art class is supposed to be for art and not for a whole lecture about coloring. I mean, we have all been to Kindergarten and 1st Grade. WE KNOW HOW TO COLOR. The thing is, on the first day of art, we did a really fun thing (the only fun thing in art btw) where we wrapped string around other string, and we got to stand on the table. So on the very first day we were all freaking out because we thought that we would have fun during art class. Yeah no. That was the only day of art class that i enjoyed. The rest was....  entertaining. jk