Today's our art exam at school, and it involves painting. I don't enjoy colouring my drawings, especially painting them, because for one I'm clueless as to how to work out the lighting. Second, my hand shakes a lot whenever I want it to stay still, which means I can forget about "beautifying" my drawings by painting.
Anyways, I ended up missing lunch because we had to arrange the tables for the exam. Lucky I bought some bread the day before, so I had that for lunch. It tasted... terrible, for a croissant. Too sticky for one. Then I didn't have enough time to finish painting. Bleh. And then the guy sitting next to me just had to go "aiyo, aiyo, I won't be able to finish it..." rather loudly and suddenly wheeze. The wheezing I can endure, but not all the "aiyoing". In the end, all the other girls grilled and roasted him after the art exam. No one likes to hear all that complaining when they're trying to concentrate.
With the art exam comes all sorts of stories that somehow either spread like wildfire or stay circulating through a class. One of the stories include a form one student eating his own apple after he was done sketching it. It's pretty obvious that he's most likely to be in the "back" classes. These kind of stories normally crop up there, though occasionally they happen in the front classes, like how someone went on an extreme pranking spree on April Fool's.
I've gotta study for next week, so... Bye bye FFTA, I'll play you a fortnight later...
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