On the Bright Side

I keep thinking about my classroom. Carved into the edges of one of my tables is a blaring "Fuck You" which seems to burn its way into the side of my head no matter how hard I try not to look at it. I've racked my brain for ways to get rid of it. I even bought this light blue acrylic paint from the craft section at Walmart and tried to lather over the words in an attempt to blur the message.

But all this has done is left a soft baby blue "Fuck You" almost completing the project- as though the artist was unhappy with the starkness of the message and thought it needed a cheerier look. I have no idea who did it or even when the project was finally completed. I tend to be a little observationally challenged in that way. I feel like I owe someone extra credit based on the amount of work they were putting into this. That had to have taken a lot of dedication.

Sometimes, life can send you a message like this which makes it impossible to look away. I call it the kicked-in-the-face feeling. And the best response you've got is to decorate it with a happier color.