May 12, 2001

Room of Doom

In high school, I helped in the guidance office.  One of my duties was to deliver passes to students for the guidance councilors.

This one time, I walked into a science lab where a class was doing a photosynthesis project.  Obviously, light from the doorway is a bad thing for such a project.  One of the boys yelled at me to close the door, and I ended up crying after I left.

Then I drew this to relieve my feelings.

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