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I needed to document this find before the paper i wrote it on fell apart:
(a message posted on the art teachers office/storage room door in my high school)
Never enter this room alone, for shall you fall, your body will never be found. Mr. Shaver will continue screaming, waving his ruler; Mr. Drewyer will rant about "the essence of the bag," and you will be buried underneath a mannequin and oil paint. You will never be found and should you start to smell, all will think it is rotting glaze.
In the years to come when the construction workers start escavating and should they happen uppon your bones, wonderful art teachers will claim it is not but the extra bones that are used for sketches. The ones that you ironically brought in for extra credit.
Consider this fair warning brave traveller!
~signed, the girl who once fell in the storage room
Oh Mary...how delightfully strange you are.
(a message posted on the art teachers office/storage room door in my high school)
Never enter this room alone, for shall you fall, your body will never be found. Mr. Shaver will continue screaming, waving his ruler; Mr. Drewyer will rant about "the essence of the bag," and you will be buried underneath a mannequin and oil paint. You will never be found and should you start to smell, all will think it is rotting glaze.
In the years to come when the construction workers start escavating and should they happen uppon your bones, wonderful art teachers will claim it is not but the extra bones that are used for sketches. The ones that you ironically brought in for extra credit.
Consider this fair warning brave traveller!
~signed, the girl who once fell in the storage room
Oh Mary...how delightfully strange you are.