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The South, Society and Shoes

Hello again. Amelia here. I'd like to preface this by saying that the camera is Yana's and therefore I cannot take as many pictures. Also I think my writing balances it out. Also, I adhered to the snack schedule, so you're welcome Yana who thought I couldn't do it.

So, on Sunday we went to multiple paint stores to look for that special Benjamin Moore paint we need for the mural. We finally found it in Wellesley (a store called Something Green (not the actual name, just how we remember it)). There was a nice store guy (shoutout to Chris from North Carolina) who helped us choose the paint and carried it to our car and said y'all a lot, so we asked if he was from ~the South~ like our only fan KR (more on him later). He admitted that he was. Anyways, here are the many things we learned, both today (actually muraling) and yesterday (just shopping).
1. Paint is super expensive.
Originally, Ms. Snow gave us an 100 dollar budget for mural supplies. Turns out like one gallon of paint is 100 dollars and we need about 10 different colors and enough paint to cover 147 square feet of wall space. So, in conclusion, we had to ask for more money. We ended up dropping about 300 dollars on all our supplies, so you're welcome to Something Green for basically funding your store. Also, you're welcome Chris for basically jumpstarting your career.
2. Not everyone says y'all.
I (Amelia) say y'all for some reason. However, both Yana and KR made fun of me and said that everyone else in the Northeast only says y'all ironically to make fun of the Southerners. I was not aware of this. I don't know why I unironically say y'all, it's just like a habit I picked up, and yet I don't know how I picked it up because no one here says y'all. Anyways, I really identified with Chris from North Carolina.
3. Painting is hard.
This probably should've been the first lesson. Up to this point, painting has been a future problem, but suddenly, it's a now problem (a little bit like everything else in life). In preparation, we watched a bunch of explanation youtube videos despite which we got laughed at by KR who saw our first failed attempt at painting. However, practice makes better, and we repainted our first attempt completely. The second time was better. Hopefully the third time will be even (more?) better.
4. KR is just like how we remember him.
He came by the high school to work today, but we like to think that he came by to surprise us. We asked him how to paint a galaxy, which is part of our mural. He responded "that's kinda hard cuz there's a lot of empty space." When pressed for details he added, "well you'll at least need a bigger brush." Good pun KR. P.S. if you're reading this, we'd like a shoutout on your blog so that you're not the only reader please. Thx.
5. Marshalls has great shoes (not sponsored).
I (Amelia) have very small feet, so it's hard for me to shop for shoes. But the first pair I saw at Marshalls during our Sunday shopping spree fit perfectly. Yana was jealous.

On a side note, the other day we were talking about the brass rings again. Bit more research showed that we didn't know about the brass rings because they got taken away from most carousels for being too dangerous. It's interesting how our brass rings were taken away by other people before we even knew about it (both realistically and metaphorically). It's easy to blame society for these kind of things. But in this essay, we will not (jk this is definitely not an essay). In general, it's just very easy to blame society for all kinds of things, but more often than not, we don't think about our role in that exact society. We're still contributing, even through inaction. So idk English class, maybe change should start with ourselves instead of some outside persona (deep revelation of the day).

To quote the office:
Michael: We are here because there is something wrong with society.
Jim: See, you're always saying there's something wrong with society, but... maybe there's something wrong with you.
Michael: If it's me, then society made me that way. 


Plus relevant daily Catcher quote:
"I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it."


Ok we don't have many pictures (too busy painting) but here are a few snap shots:


















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