Last night I was in an Art History class from 4 to 6:30 pm.
Yuck.
About two hours into it (when my hand was cramping from writing and my brain hurt from thinking about so much for so long), I was writing a lot of important notes about the Baroque period in my notebook really fast.
But as I looked back at them, I realized that instead of writing "antiquity"
I had written, "antiquilty"
I knew my mom would be proud. And probably all of the Family Piecers
And for the rest of the class instead of taking notes about Baroque, I just drew quilts in my notebook.
Yuck.
About two hours into it (when my hand was cramping from writing and my brain hurt from thinking about so much for so long), I was writing a lot of important notes about the Baroque period in my notebook really fast.
But as I looked back at them, I realized that instead of writing "antiquity"
I had written, "antiquilty"
I knew my mom would be proud. And probably all of the Family Piecers
And for the rest of the class instead of taking notes about Baroque, I just drew quilts in my notebook.
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