Ahhh, Grade Nine. What a year, what a year. I failed the entirety of grade 9 (except for french suprisingly and thankfully). A majority of my freshman year was spent in solitude in my room, sleeping past online classes doing nothing at all with my time. This, of course was largely part to the outbreak of covid-19. I don't even remember any classes I had freshman year except for art and french. This is because in the final semester of grade 9 I began attending school in person again, and these were the two only classes I had. Now, I was still struggling heavily with my mental health during this time so I had little to no motivation to do any schoolwork. I passed french with an exact 50, and failed art. There's little to show or say about my freshman art projects.
Imagine there is a peice of art above this paragraph. pretend this paragraph says something profound about said peice of art.
Imagine there is a peice of art above this paragraph. pretend this paragraph says something profound about said peice of art.