Being back at school reminded me of my school days…grade school onto college.
Elementary:
Amy: she ate paste. Elmer’s Glue Paste. Cute girl. Big blue eyes. Brown Curls. Would look at you as you were talking…and just open up a jar of paste and eat.
I wonder what she’s doing now. Addicted to something harder? Like rubber cement?
George: he was my archenemy. He was the acknowledged ‘best artist’ in our 2nd grade class. ONLY because HIS schtick was drawing Snoopy. Snoopy standing there. Snoopy sniffing something stupid. Snoopy standing.
What a one trick pony!
I had range! I drew with feeling! I didn’t pander to the masses!
What a sellout.
I’m not bitter. He’s probably drawing for those stupid 99cents greeting card company.
Kelly: third grade Sasquatch! Cute girl, too. But if you just saw her arms, you’d swear it belong on a man with Mediterranean ancestry. (more…)