October 25

Today we finished on our Antojos work and presented what we had. I finished my second picture and was ready to present it. I thought our group would be able to get through and not have to present at all, but alas our luck ran short right at the last minute. Either way I believe I did a pretty good job on my drawings and so I was semi-proud to present it.

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