El-Zock

After speaking with my chemistry teacher, I arrived an hour late to my plastic arts workshop, which I had enrolled in the hope that it would be "drawing", because I had missed the 2 first classes, since I was in a course of sexuality, I had no idea of the crayons, sandpaper, shell paper, and image to copy, that we had been asked for in the previous class, so I asked a friend for a piece of paper and a pencil. After completing my drawing, I tried to convince my teacher to accept it, however she rejected it, so I finished with just a drawing half done to comfort me.   __________________________________________________________________ Despu&