Art is a Matter of Taste
by David Lubar
Duchamp Elementary School was crammed. The population had grown so
rapidly over the past few years that students swallowed up every available space.
Even the cafeteria fell victim to the overcrowding. With the help of a temporary
wall, it had been turned into four cramped classrooms at the beginning of the
marking period. Because of this, Keenan ate his lunch in Mrs. Ferule's class.
Room 103. The art room. Keenan didn't mind. Instead of desks, there were large
tables. And there were lots of interesting pictures on the wall. Keenan liked
looking at art. Especially other people's art. He didn't think he drew or painted
very well, himself.
"Whatcha got?" Howard asked as lifted the lid on his lunch box. A whiff of
peanut butter flavored the air.
"Don't know." Keenan flipped his own lunch box open. "Phooey. Looks
like mom was in a rush this morning." Usually, his mom made him a sandwich.
Today, he found himself staring at a handful of crackers and a small package of
cream cheese, along with a plastic knife and a paper plate.
