Visual Arts with Dr. Graham, despite having the misfortune of being three buildings away from Western Civ, was generally the highlight of my week. Today I approached the classroom with dread. We were supposed to use our class-time to work on our end-of-term projects, and all I had were two sketches of Damon.
Even with that to look forward to, walking into the art room triggered relaxation. The wet smells of clay, paint, and papier-mâché; the familiar crowd of tables, racks, shelves, and easels; every time I walked through this door I could feel the Muse stretch and yawn, even if she usually just rolled over and went back to sleep.
A few other students were milling around, pulling inks and pastels out of their bags, debating superglue versus Elmer’s, calling out jokes to each other. The b
