"So I'll be taking art and music?" I asked a bit surprised. Besides singing to the younger ones to get them to stop crying and coloring with them to entertain them I knew little about either as a subject. I loved music but singing along to angry loud music as a way to vent rage hardly seemed like something that even parallelled what he'd be teaching.<br/><br/>"And is there a reason I'm chained to the wall again?" I asked sounding put out. I was tired more then anything, even the plans I'd formed a bit ago as another form of rebelion sounded somewhat less appealing then the idea of curling up and sleeping. of course that meant little I would still probably do some of the things I had thought of but I really wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight so the more extream stuff would be put on hold for the time being.