I help out 2 fatties in art class, it goes as well as you'd expect I took a painting class last semester, and while I love painting, I do not like the art community. I will be a coder if it means I don't have to stand around self-pitying struggling-artist-types all fucking day.  Give me your pasty white boys, your brown boys that have turned white from being inside all day, and those weird token hot girls. I'll take them over any college artst ever, any day of the week. Anyway, in real life I'm nice and kind of a bleeding heart, sometimes. This briefly applied to people in my art class, too. I gave this one girl who sort of looks like this, some of my food one day. I didn't really plan to, I packed some pumpkin seeds I splurged on for breakfast because I wanted to stop buying shit vending machine food, but during a 10 minute lecture about paintbrush techniques she quietly asked if she could have some. I obliged because I thought she was a pretty nice person and, whatever. I'm shit at saying no. Anyway she then started helping herself. I stopped after the first few fistfulls because I pretended that I was done and I put them away, but after the lecture she goes to her backpack and pulls out a hefty 12 inch cheese burrito and proceeds to inhale it in front of me. Another girl, a brown version of this, among many students in that class, always moaned about being flat broke.  I should've realized that the fat was a dead giveaway but alas, I have a lot to learn about being a good shitlord. Anyway, she was the worst painter in our entire class, had the shittiest attitude, and occasionally turned in her assignments on time. Our final project was assigned to us at the end of the semester and during the last week we had to work on it, she hasn't done shit because she "couldn't afford a canvas". For those of you who don't know, they can get expensive the bigger the size, so I decided to give her my last one. She mumbled a thanks and proceeded to never turn in her project. I asked her about it and I can't remember what she said but it was essentially to "fuck off". Every other time she was forced to be around me after that she sort of treated me like shit and it was really, really weird,  I did not understand for the life of me. probably because I held her accountable for her actions for a minute and that made her feel bad.  The only good memory of that class was when Trump was declared the winner last year; we got a week off from class so everybody could mourn properly, and oh how they did for weeks after and all the way up to the end of the semester. I'm not really pro-Trump or anything but my only regret is that I didn't paint pepe pictures for the rest of the semester. edit: last sentence