When I finally got to the museum, I drug my feet a bit at the thought of having to take another art history class and about having to write another art history paper. I flashed my yellow pass and got my clearance to enter. I clamped the DAM purple badge to my oversized jacket and was on my way to the elevator. I don’t even like Chinese art work. I staggered around like a zombie whining the whole time. There were a few pieces that I admired, nothing that I loved though. The large and intricately painted vases really stood out from everything else. I don’t like things that are too complicated to even remember when you can’t see them. I thought about writi