On top of this hesitation, I come into class an hour late, smelling vaguely of herbs, rum and coke on my breath, my shirt is for the Swagger Drinking team but the way it rests on my chest...the only visible word is SWAGGER in big bold letters...
The irony sinks in...
Just take a fucking seat and be quite...we learn about personality disorders, aw man, my favorite...
I don't know what your notes look like...here's mine
I've been taking notes like this ever since highschool and probably before.
This was a slow evolution from :
- just drawing on a different piece of paper
- drawing in the median of my homework
- then just straight up involving the teacher's lecture (along with random thoughts, class room acts, everything happening in the moment. etc...)
I also drew this for you...
That's not Luke Karamazov...by the way...
[shea]
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