36 x 36 inches
Acrylic and oil on canvas
Kids like this turn being a teacher's pet into an art form. Get it?
THE MESSAGES ...
I know my sister and her friends worship the devil.
Mrs. Morgan, I think cigarette smoke smells glamorous on you.
I sing solos all the time at church and I'm only twelve.
Mrs. Morgan, I'll bet you'd love to know what Mrs. Nurdburger said about you.
Mrs. Morgan, you calm down ... I'll take care of that Toby kid. You just look away when I do God's work.
Mrs. Morgan, you won't believe what the P.E. teacher said about you three times.
I love you, Linda ... uh ... I mean ... Mrs. Morgan.
My mother is doing that Progressive snapshot thing in her Mercedes and she drives a whooole lot different now.
I've always been enormously curious about a number of certain things.
Why does everybody say I have weird eating habits?
I hate people who say Xmas.
Mrs. Morgan, for Christmas I'm going to get you some frankincense and myrrh.
Mrs. Morgan, I calculated your body mass index for you.
I bet I just got another A+.
Why does everybody roll their eyes at me?
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