Eighteen!

J'ai dix-huit ans! 18!

printmaking soldiers on. kyle's last day in his class is tomorrow; we're screen printing shirts! life drawing will be sweet tonight because we're starting to learn about using color. woot.

*back to etching*

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I wrote a quaint poem under a tree on the lawn during free time before dinner:

Breaths round & full
Air, light, funnelling up through my nose filling my lungs
Resting easy then rushing out into the wind
Dissipating
Whisping away to rustle the leaves

Mom called today. I was meaning to call back but she beat me to the punch-- not surprising. So much for seeing The Merry Wives of Windsor (again) with Gretchen and Phil! Grr. I know I sounded so lack lustre on the phone it's kind of depressing that I have no enthusiasm for my mother currently, despite having "moved out."

{halfway done with PCAL.}