Oh, Mr. B did end up noticing my whole project was BS. He totally called me on the insulting shit I turned in. lol

I don’t know if it was food poisoning from that fucked up almond bar or my wracked nerves from being so plainly caught, but my gut like ripped itself in half that day and I was in bed with stomach pains for like 24 hours. I even missed the history review that afternoon and more importantly, sitting next to the cute girl who usually never shows up. =p

Here was one of the pieces that I turned in to him. Yeah, this didn’t fit into a doc photo class well at all. But I just really don’t know what would have.