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REAL Art Appreciation

I'VE FINISHED WRITING a song I promised Carrie, one of my co-workers, yesterday. I did this by popping the hatchback to my car and sitting in the back with my father's guitar, playing as the cars went by. It was a beautiful day and my father was inside napping, so this seemed the best place for me. The song is called Carry My Love, which is a play on my friend's name I discovered several weeks ago. I eventually used words from an older love poem of mine called "2 Need U;" I don't really love her, and she knows it, but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to use her name in a song.
I was also going to post last week about a test I took for Art Appreciation which I was certain I had flunked terribly -- I didn't even answer several of the questions, and those I did answer I knew I knew nothing about. However, I opted instead to show the goodness in the class with this post a few days ago. I realize now I should have written about the exam, because I got it back today and realized my score, which counted twice because I completely missed my first exam altogether, was an 83...five points above class average.

WHAT?!
That's right. Every single question I guessed blindly on I got completely and utterly right. Talk about a windfall! Se7en people that took it failed it miserably, so what they were thinking I couldn't tell you. I just went over some material literally minutes before the exam, and here I got a B?
Disgraceful though it is for me to admit this, I had prepared to cheat on the exam, knowing that it would count not only for this grade but for my previously missed exam as well. I got on the computer and typed up the artist's last name, his work, and the year it was painted rounded up about 20 years (that is the margin of error given on the test by Mrs. Efird). I made the font about 9 and printed it out onto a piece of paper no larger than a 3x5 and tucked it into my shirt pocket. But during the test, even when I had no CLUE what I was doing, I didn't take it out.
Alright, so that's probably because she was watching really closely, so technically had I been given a good shot at it I would have looked, but I didn't and right now that's all that matters, because not only did I pass, but apparently I'm above average....and they say I'm not a GENIUS.