Halls of the Dark Muse

I feely like such an imposter, like I am in the Salem Witchtrails and if someone finds out my seceret they angry mob is going to lynch me.

As part of my Liberal Arts major I have to take an art activity class, and becasue I have transpertation issues (i.e. I do not drive) the main campus is too far away and so I go to one of thier other campuses which is closer to me, but it is a smaller campus so it has limited classes that it offers. So the only art active class avilable on that campus is a class that was designed to instruct teachers how to tead art to elementery students so everyone but me there is a wannabe teacher, while I have no interest in teaching and dislike children.

So the acutal doing the art though obvousouly it is art ment for elementary grade school kids, is not bad casue I like art even if it is simple art, but when the teacher is talking about teaching I feel awakard and frightend, and so I am mostly reserved within the class and feel totally out of place.