Brutal. It is sometimes goods...sometimes it is justs slaughter.

The slaughter of art in schools.

Yes, I will pay 86 thrice bedamned dollars to take a test I don't want to take, while watching my precious electives go down the tube.
I swear one must be masochistic to actually get anywhere in school- and this is only if one is actually concious really for the better part of ones so called 'highschool career.'
Utterly done.
Telling me that art in my binder is inappropriate, whilst the girl in front of me is letting her cellulite infested ass hang out.
Thank you system.
I have no time to draw because I must be 'standard' so that I may take tests that I have to pay for out the butt so that colleges can put me in a box.
My counselor- who so caringly comes into ALL of my A.P. classes to tell EVERYONE again and AGAIN that we need to this we need to do that this and the other thing because time is of the essence. Like...what? The colleges won't accept us when we've aged a year or two? Really?
I plan on doing all the prep work to get into college- yeah sure fine wtfever. Then I am going to forgoe grad ceremony, learn Italian, spend time with my family before I take my hard earned money with me to Europe. (Where I will paint draw and sketch to my hearts content.) Then when I come back- providing that I actually do come back- I will be eighteen and thusly I shall act and behave like an eighteen year old.
And do fun stupid shit. (And also find time to draw.)
Like I have been wanting to do for five and a half years.
HA.
In conclusion (jane chaffer my arse) I will then go to Bolivia to be an intern for my dear great uncle. (Where I will continue my sketching and painting.)