There is a wood shop for the art department directly across the hall from the office where I work. Normally, all we hear out of there is the sound of wood being cut, hammering, and sometimes snoring when the lab attendant falls asleep.
Today there were loud crashes as if someone was throwing stuff against the wall. We would hear a crash, and then a few seconds later, another one. After the fourth or fifth, we were all wondering what was going on.
I turned to Miles and said that even though I knew it was probably just the lab attendant busting up all the projects that got left behind for scrap wood, it would be cool if it was some artist throwing a tantrum.
“Dammit! It just doesn’t SOAR!” *punctuated by a loud crash as he throws the sculpture against the wall*
We need more eccentric people at my school.
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I'm a 30-year-old 
