Starry Night
“It’s made up of three rooms filled with light, chalky dust, big shiny-leafed jungle plants, stacks of newsprint for drawing, paintbrushes of every shape and size, oversize jugs of blue, yellow, and red paint, and Mrs. Rousseau, our blousy art teacher, whose personality pervades the entire space. There is also the very shy and slight ceramics teacher named, funnily enough, Mr. Size. He is balding and wears wire-rimmed glasses, all tan clothing, and an apron that he never takes off. I don’t think... I’ve ever seen him in the rest of the school. It’s like he lives in the art room, sorting glazes with one hand resting on his tiny hip, like an art hobbit. As a third grader, the moment I smelled the oily wax of the Cray-Pas, my body opened up and all the anxiety of Mrs. Paynter’s rigid, impossible, and infuriating math class oozed out. But today I wasn’t sure if any art supplies in the oasis had the power to make the insanity in my head stop.
“We must start, girls!” bellowed Mrs.MoreLess
“We must start, girls!” bellowed Mrs.MoreLess
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