There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.—Salvador Dalí Turned out to be no big deal that I didn’t finish my landscape, because Doc S didn’t even come on Wednesday. She went on to show up late for four classes and skip a fifth entirely. Last Wednesday, after skipping the Monday before, she whisked in ten minutes late and didn’t so much apologize as excuse herself: “I was spirited away to spend a perfectly extraordinary afternoon of cocktails and goat cheese with Lindi Taylor!” she said. Lindi Taylor is this American Indian artist who works in the Southwest. Not my favorite style, but she’s made a career out of it, which is more than I can say for someone named Amanda Walsh. If Dr. Salinger wasn’t so good, I seriously would drop the class. Of course, then I’d have to explain it to Mom and Dad, and honestly, I don’t want to bother. So I played Good Schoolgirl all week, using the times she wasn’t here to work on the techniques she’s shown us so far.
