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I spent this morning drawing on one of the walls of our common room. What could I say? This week has been tedious, exhausting and plain awful; and then I found myself  with chalk in one hand, damp paper in the other, and imagination as my captain.  My roommates were surprised, I hope it was a pleasant one. They did not stop praising my creative spirit (maybe I am exaggerating a bit in the non-stop part) but I believe they appreciated it. What I am not entirely sure if the wall is going to be lenient towards this artist on edge and let me clean the painting of, or I will have to become Cinderella and wait until Prince Charming appears and releases me from that unbearable task.