The art museum is so sweet and nostalgic. It’s where our friendship was born. We were young freshman, going on a field trip to the museum, her ride left her (rude), so I offered to take her back to school (awww). Bam. Friends forever. Since then we’ve been on many forced trips to this place to look at such and so and write a paper, or to think about grids and why painters use grey paper.
Instead of pictures of the art, here are the customary camera-at-arms-length-self portraits outside the museum.