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Apocalypse Now


Hello people. Welcome to our blog.
So... the background: earlier this year, Ms. Snow (English teacher) + Ms. Latimer (Art teacher) + Ms. O'Connell (Art teacher) proposed a competition, whereby any student could submit a proposal for a new mural in the English wing and they would choose the best design. We thought, "oh ok, this could be fun," and so we created a design, drew a sketch, typed up a writeup (started a writeup the night before and finished the block before, don't tell) and submitted the whole thing. The prompt was to "design a mural based on quotes from books." We both love Catcher in the Rye, so naturally our mural is based on Catcher. Here's the quote we used:

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around, nobody big, I mean—except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going. I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”

We "started" working on the mural a  ~few weeks~  ago and discovered many (many) things.
1. Murals take a lot of work.
We spent a day buying paint. And we didn't even get the paint (budgeting issues, its ok we figured them out). Last time we worked on the mural, we got to the school at 2pm and left at 10pm. And we didn't even procrastinate for that long (ok so we took a tea break or two, but that's to be expected), each step is just super time consuming. And there are a lot of steps. We have to draw out the mural with the right proportions on paper, and then grid the paper, and then grid the wall, which is hard because we're really short (actually I am the really short one, but still), which means we have to walk on tables to reach the top of wall and move the tables every two minutes so we can work on the next section of the wall, and then sketch out our design on the wall, and then block the whole thing, and then paint it, and then fix all of our mistakes. So yeah, we're estimating that this will take the whole summer. At least. We really didn't think it would be this much work or take this much time, so shoutout to all the muralists out there. This takes commitment.

2. The school is pretty cool when you're the only ones here.
It looks eerily similar to an apocalypse with all the empty classrooms and abandoned offices and silent hallways, especially when Yana puts a black and white filter on her pictures. See below.

3. The English office has tea.
Oolong tea is pretty good, but we think we'll try vanilla next time. If Ms. Snow is reading this, we didn't take any tea or granola bars.

4. Inches are super weird.
They're split up into eighths which makes no sense with a base ten mathematical system. Normal rulers don't really don't work for us.

Anyways, that's it for now. We hope you're looking forward to learning more. Ok bye.

Yana's Photos (Photo series - Lonely Amelia )








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  1. Love that book as well! Can't wait to see the finished work. Love those pics (and not just because one features a physics room!)

    Why aren't you using the metric system?
    Interesting choice to bold your grammar mistake. Making fun of yourselves or others?

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