I need to study for Organic Chemistry, but I thought I'd post my little "story" from my creative writing class. It has potential to be better, but I don't really care much. (PS- I had to write about the art museum, if that helps.)

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That’s ugly. That’s horrendous. Why’s that even here? I really don’t understand how many of these things that people consider ‘art’ be put in this place. But then again, since when was it necessary to put things in a gigantic building and charge people, what, ten dollars to walk around and look at boards hanging on a wall? If they were looking for things like that, I would’ve given them my shitty third-grade science project on volcanoes.

People only come here to look at naked women, especially those punk kids with stupid baggy pants and backwards hats. It’s the closest thing they’ll ever get to seeing one. Just hear how they giggle and squeal at the sight of a boob. I can’t believe the fate of society lies in the hands of little wannabes.

God dammit. This place sucks. If this class wasn’t required to graduate, I sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead here. I just need to get this over with, pass with the bare minimum, and bounce ‘cause it’s really getting on my nerves.

The professor says we need to be more ‘cultured and worldly.’ Fuck that. If I really wanted to spend time seeing this so-called ‘art,’ I would’ve looked at the drawings on the refrigerator door while on my way to fixing a nice Screwdriver and then watching trashy reality T.V. before leaving to go grind up on a stranger at some party. His place or mine? Either way, I’m passing out on someone’s bed.