All we needed were some power tools.

Dudes, I'm covered in paint, earlier my hands looked mummified from making paper-mache green beans and mashed potatoes (oh, yes) in the second floor OP bathroom, part of my painting included being upside down to perfectly reach the bottoms of the rocking horse blades, broke out into Strong Bad's techno song multiple times, rode on the giant padded elevator too many times to count, and spent three hours not doing homework while feeling more productive than I had all day.

Sometimes, it becomes strikingly obvious why I am a theatre major.