For my final in my Art class, I am supposed to create a storybook for small children. I have this ridiculously awesome poem that I really want to get published that I was going to use for the project. It's a sixteen stanza children's poem about a snail who has lost his shell and needs it to go to a dance. He ends up not finding it and realizes that living without a shell isn't so bad after all. Lots of other stuff happens too, like an encounter with a lazy frog, a wise duck and a lady friend, but yeah. It's pretty sweet.
Anyways, instead of doing an eight page watercolor storybook I was going to do a fourteen page one with large paper that I bought (for moar pictures) and rock everyone's socks off.
Now, my Professor had devised an eight page final plan and was handing out stuff we could use, however, she's pretty open to different methods as long as it follows the original and basic idea.
So I sent her an e-mail.
I had already started my artwork and was onto my third page when I sent her my ideas and pictures of my project to get her permission. She gave me the all-clear.
However, the very next time she saw me in class, I had my paper out and was working on it. This is what happened.
Appropriate I think. I was definitely raging.
Either way, my epic poem has been given the boot, so onto my next idea.
Instead of a cute poem that teaches children that it's okay to live with the circumstances of who they are, now they get a book that teaches them to eat people when they make fun of you for doing something dumb.
It's a good thing kids like dinosaurs.
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