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Yesterday in art class, my teacher:

1. ...admitted-- no, bragged about being a member of some official society of pedants. And if he was joking, he didn't do it very well. "I'm a pedantic snob, and here's my proof!"

(No, he didn't say that. That's just what it sounded like by the time it hit my ears.)

And yet I don't dislike him. He laughed at my jokes. The whole class did. That's how I stayed awake yesterday: I made jokes, and every time the whole class laughed, I woke up a little more.

2. ...went off on a tangent about synaesthesia. He tied it into art by way of Kandinsky, but I was able to keep my mouth shut even though I wanted to stand up and shout, "I taste words! I taste words!"

(Yes, I always think "I see dead people" when I say that, too.)

Also, I knew a lot more about synaesthesia in general than he did, but I kept my mouth shut. Except to make jokes.

By the way, everyone really liked Scary Jesus Mask. And I think my mom does too. She wants to hang it up. So apparently my aim in art should be to create the stupidest things possible. If I think it's stupid, everyone will love it!

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