So today I witnessed an incredible moment. After our morning painting session we were all out maxing all cool shootin’ some bball outside of the studio when a girl burst out of door.
“I’ve lost my painting,” she cried.
Somehow, during the cleanup her painting had mysteriously vanished. Now everyone—the girl, who I will call Tipper, included—saw the hilarity in the situation and began a jovial hunt for the missing art. We came up with many crazy possible scenarios explaining where it went including possible theft; an impromptu art auction and underpants gnomes. We scoured the studio and surrounding grounds searching high and low. Then we realized where the painting actually was.
It was in the garbage can. One of our teachers had thrown it away, thinking that it was scrap board (we paint on finished cardboard the first few weeks). Tipper looked as if mischievous gnomes had just nicked her underpants. Everyone’s faces became stone. And yet, the actual fate of the painting was ten times funnier than anything we could have imagined. We were all laughing inside.
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