Flame-Away

Whenever the school secretary is out (which is more often than not), I'm in charge of the front desk, manning the phones, delivering messages, calling parents, etc. I never fully appreciated how difficult a task it is: the secretary has to deal with more than the principal herself. She has to deal with sick children (and whatever oozes out of them), she has to take crap from angry parents, and she has to take orders from busy teachers. It's really not as menial a job as we all think it is. I salute you, Secretaries.

I finally finished the Hell part of my project, and it caught on fire last night. *Tip: don't put candles in a freshly spray painted box.* You could tell how used to my clumsiness my dad is when he just rolled his eyes when he saw a giant flaming mass in my hands. I wasn't looking at the box, I was looking behind me to close the screen door, when my dad sighs and tells me to put it out or something. Oh well, it looks better burned anyway!


It's supposed to represent my fear of loneliness (and I'm living in terror these days- I'm always alone!), but I felt so bad about putting something by itself, so I made another cardboard cutout and put it behind a flame so its not visible, but at least the Burning Girl is not alone. :) I did a mediocre spray painting job, and I accidentally sprayed my arm red. My dad thought I was bleeding and freaked out, and I kinda felt bad for laughing at him, because he cares.

What do you mean 'hormonal teenager'? Dads are the lachrymose ones!

Isn't that Kureiji?