*There were three suspects, all minors: 17, 13, and 9. Halfway through the hot, rainy, Summer the family had noticed that forks were disappearing, and at a alarming rate, at that. Questions had been asked, the bottom of the dishwasher and the back of the silverware drawer searched,and wanted posters had been placed around the property. Each suspect had been questioned alone, each swearing that the missing forks were not in their room. Each child had a history of occasionally sneaking food into their room, and this looked like a spree.
A fork amnesty was declared, we didn't care who did it, just make sure they found their way into the sink before school started on Thursday, or else Flora (as she preferred to be called), would search their rooms for the missing forks. It was early Thursday morning, and Flora wondered, "Should I really search their rooms?" She preferred to give children their privacy, but the fork situation was desperate, and unlike in a certain animated story involving a girl and her paramour, silverware does not actually dance away.*
Seriously people, we can't find the forks. We are now down to 6 forks for 5 people. They were warned and given ample time to return them without consequence, should I really go digging in their rooms? There is no indication that more than half of our forks were accidentally thrown away, and no other silverware is missing. We've never really searched their rooms before, and would prefer to give them their privacy, so do we do it? There's also a sanitary concern if dirty forks are stuffed in some dark cranny.
I'm tired of randos popping up in my and others' replies with "advice" that art school is a waste of money and you can teach yourself via the internet. Pixar is not going to hire me with a degree from the University of Skillshare.
Edit: yall are missing the point of this post. I'm not saying that it's impossible to make it without a degree, or that having a degree guarantees you anything. It's just that I know myself and my own learning style and school will make it a hell of a lot easier for me.
To be clear, I’m currently employed but it’s freelance
Its sort of multiple storylines in one, the orphan boy is in a boy orphanage and talks about his art teacher and writing teacher. It’s something with communism/war as well, the writer in the story flees and keeps writing but is also going crazy, his room is covered with papers put behind the wallpaper.
The part of being unborn is that all these children are sort of angels and they go to school, but they also can go out to bars, galleries and bathing houses. These things will shape your born character, I believe the baths were intoxicating and addictive. Once you’re picked out to get born, an angel brings you to a cliff (the other side of the cliff has the apple of Adam and Eve and a sword spinning to protect it), cute your wings and throws you down by putting his finger on your chin to nose (which, according to this book we all have a little gap btwn our lips and nose)
I read this in 2010, was on sale/second hand by then.
