I hate drawing.

I was retaking some drawing test in highschool electronics for some reason.  It started as me drawing some wattery looking tree vines over, then being told that I’m supposed to drav at a different scale as the original so I started over.  There were two versions I had to do, one drawing shade and one drawing light.  later it turned into me visiting some kennedy and needing to draw him.  there were a few other students there too and we were all sortof befriending him so he’d be omre cofortable.  some sort of secret he’d been keeping and that had been troublinghim for years came up, and the other students tried getting whatever paper he had been keeeping secret from him.  he selept with it in his hands nightly, except they convinced him to just hide it for a night.  When he did, I saw where he put it and told him I’d keep a watch of it so noone touched it.  When the studentstried looking around I grabbedit and woke him up, trying either to hide it in a better spot for him or giving it to him.  The eentire building had a coveing of blankets, they loooked and felt like sleeping bag s though, jsut a bunch of them zipped together.  I crawled underneath one after convincing him to let me take a picture of his face for me to draw.  apparently the otherstudents were primarialy there to find this secret out, whereas I just wanted to do my drawing assignment.