The Compilation of Chaos
As the final drawings were revealed, Mrs. Higgins spread them out over her desk. It was a chaotic mosaic of how she was perceived. She was a coffee-addicted robot, a puffy-coated monster with a giant nose, a wrinkled woman with frizzy hair, and a loving stick figure.
Taken individually, some were insulting, some were confusing, and some were sweet. But together, they painted a hilarious, unfiltered picture of life in Room 3B. It was the rawest form of performance review she had ever received, delivered via Crayola. She realized this was way better than thirty perfect portraits.