#but i need to start a notebook about all these bizarre experiences like the terracotta pots bc jfc this is gold

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sometimes i wonder why i feel so strongly that i need to make a dark comedy based on my high school experience someday and then i remember details like the first day back after a really tragic event that impacted our whole school's community one of my teachers was like "alright today as an emotional outlet we're going to go outside and i'm going to have everyone take turns smashing your own terracotta flower pot with a hammer, then we'll all come back inside and glue the pots back together for some artistic catharsis"

and it was a really moving display going outside and seeing all these students who had been personally impacted put all their grief and sadness and anger into destroying these pots for art, and i took some really great photos of the experience...

and then we literally never glued the pots back together.

they were just SITTING THERE in a CLEAR PLASTIC TRASH BAG at the front of the classroom for the whole rest of the year. "why didn't you just throw them out?" because that felt insensitive! this was catharsis through ART! but then why aren't we putting the broken pieces together again, and more importantly, why the fuck would you mix all the pots together if you thought you could put them back together

something about that feels like a metaphor for how the last two and a half years of high school went for me