I had the existential-crisis c---- again today. This time I braved the dreaded class-discussion format and tried my derndest to guide them to see how Georgia O'Keefe changed the way people looked at flowers. Then we went through the painful step-by-step process of making our own masterpieces. While Mrs M never gave me a pat on the back, at least she didn't accuse me of babysitting.
at the end of the c---- I said, "See you next week"
she replied, "if we are still alive."