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Just got back from my last drawing class. It was anti-climactic. So was the end of last semester's. I think all last art classes are anti-climactic. No big words of wisdom or emotional goodbyes to these people I've bonded with over these past few months. One guy, Bobby, took a few snaps with his digital camera, but it was no big partying affair. We took a little exam, handed in and got back some drawings, and sort of trickled out. I stuck my head into Sally and Prof. Swain's office and said, "Well, bye, I had fun." And they smiled and waved. But I thought that shouldn't be it, so I stuck my head back in and said, "One thing: should I take advanced drawing next semester?" and Prof. Swain looked up from his grading and said, "Yes. You're one of the few natural talents in this class. You need to get your act together, show up to class and stop fooling around."

That, I felt, was sufficient closure, so I nodded and waved again and marched out with my big plastic bag full of smudged charcoal masterpieces.

I'm still thirsty. I think it's all the antihistamines.

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