Friday of Chagrin

Graphite and colored pencil on dead, perforated, lined tree. This drawing, which I made during a math lesson, is a good example of my fourth grade oeuvre. It thus explains why, at the checkout counter, I must still present the clerk with a handful of change and say, "I have this many."

It was quite a year, fourth grade. Some of my more sophisticated work was shown in the hallway. The hallway! Maybe you've heard of it.

Someone please explain to me how my glasses made it into my fantasy.