Today at school I spent 3 hours outside, skipping algebra, on my hands and knees, working under back-breaking conditions in the hot, hot sun, starved for food and water, fingers rubbed raw, body crying out in excruciating pain... drawing a mural with chalk.
Ok, actually I got a free bowl of cereal and it was rather fun, but I figured playing the hard worker card would make it seem like more of an achievement. My friend and I drew the 5x8 foot mural for an event called Artside, which is put on by my school's art department. It was a good time, but unfortunately I forgot my camera and therefore wasn't able to get a picture of our masterpiece.
After the work was done, some guys from another group (who had drawn an equally awesome mural) kind of attacked my friend and I with their chalk-covered hands, and so began the most epic chalk fight in Hicktown history. In the end, we all looked like tribal men from some exotic rainforest.
Unfortunately, the chalk on my skin wouldn't wash off. It just smeared around. I spent the rest of the school day looking like a homeless person from the streets of post-revolutionary France. Fun.
It wasn't until I returned home and attacked my skin with exfoliating soap that I looked normal again.
I'd like you to know that I wore a sparkley skirt to school today.
Julia
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