Earlier this day, I went to my school for an on-the-spot drawing event to be included in our school's art club. We were tasked in drawing still-life, particularly, a chair (good thing, 'cause the last batch had to draw a typewriter :D). After a couple of hours (Yes, it took me 2 hours to draw a friggin chair), I felt satisfied with my work, and I decided to pass it to the teacher in charge. While I passed by some of the other candidates, I looked at their work, and quickly felt depressed about mine. It took me 2 hours to draw a chair, while in the same amount of time, they drew other things (people who passed by, the trash room).
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