ms. beckel's class sucks

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study hall is simultaneously my favorite and least favorite class, if it even counts as one. 

it's filled with assholes, people who laugh like a drain, and our wicked witch of the west teacher. but at the same time, it gives me time to write stupid stuff on the computers and draw.

drawing is the best part of middle school. not art class, just drawing. it's my solution to everything. just had a fight with your friend? draw. just got a d on a test? draw.

i don't draw the cute boys in my classes, i don't draw foxes wearing shirts, i just draw.

in fact, i wouldn't even call it drawing. i'd call it marking, because that's basically it.

taking pencils and creating little lines connected to one another. i've been told that my drawings look "fuzzy," or "feathery" because of my technique. 

i only draw with pencil. not even shading or drawing pencils for that matter. i've gotten numerous sets of shading pencils, yet i haven't touched them. i use mechanical pencils and those wooden ones with the long-ass name.

for an art project, i once used a mechanical pencil to draw and it looked awesome. i got a point taken away because i "used an incorrect medium" to complete it. i was supposed to use those stupid shading pencils.


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i hate that art teacher.


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a/n:

this isn't stuff that actually happened to me.

i just felt like writing what it could have been.

the most accurate part is about my study hall, though.

drink water, get some good sleep, and i'll see you later.

<3

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