This day was supposed to be a critique (so I assumed), but when my professor finally arrived he announced that there will be no critique day today because we already missed it last class (technically, he missed it because he was sick--we all came in that day and waited for a good 30 minutes before we got the heads up). Anyway, since it was assumably critique day, he made us do more class work lessons and I had no tools with me except for a paper provided by our professor and a stick of charcoal that I borrowed at the supplies room.
I had no idea that I will be able to live without my erasers and tortillions, but hey a finger; a charcoal; a good eye; and patience worked it.
I had no idea that I will be able to live without my erasers and tortillions, but hey a finger; a charcoal; a good eye; and patience worked it.
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