criticism

My teacher is a critic all right. Tomorrow morning, after a night of sleep, I am going to write a letter. Not that it will change her sunny, assistive disposition.

I don't give a flying fuck where Shakespeare is from but this map in the room that we moved to after our ceiling was damaged from a leaky air conditioner vent had an interesting kid-like drawing but was apparently done in a senior level (that's university) course; go Mavericks.