This story takes place in 1984
Chris walks into the art room. The bell rings.
"MY LEAST FAVORITE CLASS AT CORLEONE WAS ART, MAINLY BECAUSE I SUCKED AT IT"
"I COULDN'T PAINT"
Chris shows the teacher a painting he made. The teacher writes an F on it.
"I COULDN'T SCULPT"
Chris shows teacher sculpture he made. The teacher writes an F on it.
"I COULDN'T EVEN WEAVE"
Chris shows the teacher a weaving he made. The teacher writes an F on it.
"I WAS DETERMINED TO BECOME THE NEXT PICASSO"
Chris walks down the hall with Greg.
"You want to find an art teacher" asked Greg.
"Yeah how hard can it be", said Chris.
"IN BED STUY HARDER THAN A CRACK SELLING TEACHER"
"Dude why do you want an art teacher anyway," said Greg.
"Cause if I don't shape up fast I'm gonna fail," said Chris.