I can create!

I made a pillow!



I learned how to sow! Me!

I made it in my stagecraft class, which is pretty much an arts and crafts class. I would be against something so silly, except that oue teacher is the biggest, nicest, most sweetly senile woman I've ever met named Mary-Ellen. She wears an apron, and you can easily imagine her saying, "Are you chil'en ready for some FUN??"

She made us rice krispie treats! Our fucking research writing Springer-clone of a teacher doesn't do that shit!