Here's the loot I pulled at Meet The Teacher Night (yes, my parents are MTTN junkies):
Hagle (Art) thinks I could actually get into an art institute if I worked and wanted it badly enough,
Allen (French) thinks I'm wayward but "brilliant" (wrong),
Lonergan (Animations) thinks I'm the only kid who gets his jokes,
Perryman (AcaDec) thinks I could kill a man and he'd pay to have me smuggled across or possibly out of the United States,
and Jackson (Band) thinks that if I dropped dead, he could use my festering corpse as an example of a band student who did not strive to reach her potential.
Can't ask for more than that, right?
Here, Alex, I made this for you in ISS Friday. It's me, in solitary confinement. I would have drawn someone else, but, you know, there was no one else around. All I had was a mechanical pencil, a little hand mirror, and crappy yellow paper. They don't give you good paper in jail.
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It looks unfinished because I only drew one eye. My bangs kept falling in front of it, and I figured looking like a cyclops was better than looking too emo.
Emo kids get beat up, you know.