A Case of the Breakage.

Today in math, I sit silently in my seat doing a chapter test. I finish the extra-credit, which surprisingly wasn't too hard. I slowly walk up to the front, staple my work to the test and turne it in to the wooden basket. I return to my seat and sit their for a couple seconds when the bell rings. I bend over to pick up my 3-inch binder and put it on my desk. I reach onto the shelf that is attached to the legs under my chair. I begin to pull out my math book as I hear a crash on the floor. The majority of my clay project lay in one piece on the floor. The other small, but important details to my clay project lay near it. The two pieces were the head and the neck of the guitar that runs through the center of the bowl. Everybody around the room gasps as though a piece of art from the heavens fell to the Earth and shattered into a million pieces. I pick up the pieces to examine them and realize that they can luckily be glued, but they would no longer be dishwasher safe. Oh well...