End of Chapel

He scornfully observes the children spilling out of the chapel. From his lofty vantage point, he can view their subconscious group movements. Unbound by hastily made contracts with traditionalist academic institutions, he does not have to attend chapel.

The library offers feelings of knowledge and grandeur: safety through silence. It also offers floor to ceiling windows and a temporary aura of superiority over his seniors.

He shifts uncomfortably, knowing that within minutes of chapel dismissal, dozens of kids will pour into the library to study, research, and perform other eternally meaningless tasks.

His misgivings are validated: an overweight incel chooses to sit down with only one desk between them. Out of the nine or so desks he could have chosen, this scrub elects to plop his genetically poor, anglo-saxon, disease prone body one desk away. Female dog please.

Understanding Art: An Acceptance of Ignorance

One major key to understanding art is artistic self awareness. Good art should always be self aware, however, it should never reveal the artist’s true thoughts. There will always be another layer of irony, and the respectable connoisseur will understand that they will never truly comprehend the intended depth of the art they are striving to appreciate. Obviously this is all the opinion of the author, and therefore, as the potential appréciateur of this art, the reader must decide whether they agree with the author or not. and if you agree with my literal words, do you accept that you and I could be in vast disagreement, even though, in word, we do agree?

Work SUCCcess Stories: Part 1

> Be me.
> Get an angry call from a woman.
> She says the copier has been broken for days.
> I've been ignoring her emails all week because I've been playing Minecraft on my Nintendo Switch.

> I tell her I called it in to Xerox.
> (I didn't.)
> I sneak my way over to her office.
> The plan is to impersonate the Xerox guy I told her I called because she only knows my voice; she > doesn't have a clue what I look like.
> As I'm walking in, someone else from her office catches me.
> "Hey Xerox guy!" he says.
>  I don't lie, I just say "I'm here to fix the copier."
> I honestly think the thing is going to be completely screwed. I'm going to get caught and chewed out for waiting so long.
> I walk behind the machine to see that it is unplugged.
> I plug the copier in.
> The office becomes very excited.
> I get a call from the lady apologizing for being harsh and she blames the Xerox guy for being late.

All according to plan