So last week I got to go to our states capital for that art show my work was in. I almost didn't because the school canceled the field trip due to weather that didn't impede our progress.

We looked around, and my stepfather spoke to one of the ladies holding paper work because e wanted me to meet one of my State Senators because that was an option. But that wasn't an option because we weren't pre signed up.

We were actually in the big state building (it's more like a group of connected buildings), and there were walls that looked like marble and it's wa s gorgeous and spacious and beautiful!

But when my stepfather talked to the lady and she turned to me... asked me if I had work in the show then asked me if I wanted to speak.

I'm caught off guard and she had maybe two mother names, so her response was a very awkward "Sure?" From me.

She responded with, "Now just talk about your work, or the artistic process," and a few other things.

I'm no Churchill or Gandhi, I'm more of a errr.... goldfish... when I speak.

I'm sitting on this giant staircase talking with my mother... no clue what to say... I'm mentally freaking out and have knots in my stomach...

It's was not pleasant.

During the entire ceremony I felt sick... and then I had to walk up with the other four children who were selected and you wanna know what the lady said?

"Let's have the older students go first to give the younger ones some ideas,"

So us two high schoolers are both in the same grade, and it was bad....

The first kid was this cute boy, who's parents were pretentious assholes, so he probably was too. He said his name and where he was from and then just looked st the lady, she asked him
Questions.

Up next... Wolf. Sick feeling Wolf who just wants a cup of coffee and a book... maybe her cat... and maybe being curled up under a heating blanket.

"Hi, I'm Wolf Normandy a ____ a _____ At _____ High School."

Then awkward silence.

She asked me questions... meanwhile I'm freaking the hell out.

This is not good... so I just let her do most of the talking.

When I'm done, I walk back to where I was initially standing, then I realize that the other kid walked back to his family, so I dart to the other side in my heels and run up the isle to my seat.

By then the sick feeling in my stomach vanished.

However the younger kids rocked it... One kid had the entire room in stitches. I was lucky I got some chuckles at my "cats are a member of the superior species comment."

Older Kids; 0

Younger Kids: 1099

Me and my Goldfish Public skill.

Sit and stare... and be awkward... then have a short ass attention span.

Afterward I got to go to Barnes and Noble though and I was all better... until I got that terrible headache.

But I used my gift card and got two books I wanted for s while.

But here's my improper guide:

-Be a Goldfish

-Freak out

-Mumble

-Go to a book store afterward

Anywho, before I stop writing O have to talk about the place I was at.

There was a mini line of stores there, there were lobbyists and the public bathrooms...

I was in this nice little restaurant, and passed through to use the bathroom... there was a fucking couch and some chairs in a small room before you even walked in there... I mean really... is that needed?

Or is this place like the New Yorker in that one episode of Family Guy where Brian goes to the bathroom there and it's reveled no one there has a butt:

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Well I'm done.