Fine Arts was a disastrous course. It tested your resolve, patience, and sanity. All your peers were strange individuals, all fitting the different stereotypes of art students. The lecturers were all distinguished figures in the industry but didn't seem to be interested in teaching, rather just yelling and berating their students, taking out their own steam on them. A whole year passed now, and you were entering your second year. It was time for one-on-one consultations with your Textile Design lecturer... Obviously done in front of the whole class for extra tension.

The young lady spun her ponytail, held together by an interesting hairpin, her Japanese-looking clothing flowing as she moved. She already had berated each student prior to you, some arguing back while others taking it with teary eyes. The number of breakdowns was so far, at 2. It was your turn.

"Hmm... Explain the thought process, please."

She inspected your work closely, her expression unreadable.