I just finished my first semester of high school. I finished exams, and I took my disorganized binders home. My math binder I sent flying cartoonishly out the door into the recycling bin. And I was in the process of doing the same thing with my English one (adios! research papers and essay!) But then I realized. Art. I did so much art in my binders, scrawled lazily on the backs of school work were endless stories told by my brain, as a teacher gave a lesson. How could I just toss (literally) all of those memories? These drawings became so familiar to me as I flipped through my note books. I knew I could keep them all, but I picked out my favourites!