This Is One About Those Certain Ones.

Inevitably it seems to happen that whenever there's a day of class that calls for quiet, like a test, for instance, I seem to land the loudest chair in the room. Or, I suppose, it feels that way being in it. Every teeny move I make produces a noise that is far too loud for it's own good. Then I pretend it was someone else. Then I don't move for the rest of the test. I hate those chairs.

I tried to draw the chairs in Grant MacEwan from memory, but this one sucks.