I was heading for my class br to the building of Fine Arts br when I heard 'hit the grass! br there's a sniper taking shots! ' br br I dove and didn't look br (although I had a strange desire) br and I tossed my pen and sketchbook br so I wouldn't draw his fire br br when they got him, t'was a student br with F's, his grades were rife br he claims the shootings prudent br for getting his 'A' in 'Still Life'.