Today was a lovely day. The snow was quietly melting. My anatomy dissection went swimmingly. And I didn't forget to do any homework. I felt very well put together and productive until I went to the art room.
As I was collecting my belongings to take home for the night, I heard my teacher yell, "Jonesy!" in a voice that was more tense than usual. Poking my head around the corner, I could tell he wasn't actually upset, but looked rather disappointed. "Why didn't you apply to any art schools?! A representative from MICA was just here and I showed her some of your work."