My little brother has taken some ceramic classes in high school, which I always thought he did just to have an easy class. I guess he is really good at it though. He won awards and is having a piece displayed somewhere in town and gets to put some pieces in an auction. Pretty impressive.
He has the same art teacher I had in high school, and that a lot of our siblings have had. The art teacher remembers our other siblings, but not me. What a jip. I'm the only making a career out of it here! I guess I'm not sending her some autographed books anytime soon. At least my math teachers remember me. They kind of have to though, since they are a couple that live two doors down from my family.
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What? I think you should create a greeting card and send it to your teacher. She seriously doesn't remember you? crazy!
You just say the word and I'll have my "boys" pay her a visit.
What's a "gip"?
a gip is like jip, I just had to guess because neither are found in spell check.
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