Each year our school does an arts exhibition. The halls are covered with art pieces made by the children. It is a gallery. Each class puts on their best work. Some of our classes went all out. They created special arts activities and displays for it. I have to admit that we did as well. We created quite a bit though. We put out a showcase of things we were already working on. This week was more of a cacophony to me than any other. It was sudden, harsh, and (at times) brutal changes and amounts of work that occurred all week. It seemed to be a lot of starts and stops. The moment that brought it all together was when one child came back for the arts night with her family (she made me realized why I put in all the work that I do). She breezed past each…
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