I worry sometimes, about people.
The amount of knowledge they have. What they've been taught, versus what they retain. Things that deal with general knowledge, or history. The history of the country you live in. Like knowing about the Great Depression, and when it took place. Or when the Civil War was. I think there are few excuses to not knowing about such events. I would, most certainly, guarantee that the subjects were taught, numerous times, during High School, or Middle School, or Elementary School. I don't want to seem like an asshole if someone doesn't know about these things, but I just think that there is plenty of room for which to store the facts. Room that is possibly taken up by those facts about parabolas, or synthetic division(although it is quite handy). Not important. Unless you wanna be a math teacher. Or a giant boob. Or both.
To make up for my harshness, I'll just say: I got yelled at my Hispanic janitor today. For walking on a floor that was clearly not wet... I just wanted to do my dishes.
I have nothing against Hispanic people. Or janitors. Just don't yell at me for walking on the floor you just mopped but is now dry. And don't clean the girls bathroom while your buddy is cleaning the only other one within 30 feet.
I had to pee.
I cleaned my room and got my stuff together for tomorrow's class. Probably going to make a video to put on the collab channel. Just to get the ball rolling. I don't know what I'll talk about. Probably about getting the ball rolling.
Here's a picture of an unfinished(and never to be finished) still life I did in drawing class:
It took me like 5 minutes to figure out that hand positioning.
Bless your face. Peace off.
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