the duchess of palace court: this is real life

This is what it's like being a student of Peter Everett's:

If you're me, you wake up after breakfast (later than everyone else) and run to class in your slippers with your fuzzy, sleepy hair stuck to one side of your head, and you're only awake enough to yawn all the way through the critique.
What's coming up next (what's coming up next should only be deserved by people who are alert and prepared) - he briefly instructs you on behavior around special collections art that will be displayed at the British Museum - he has called ahead and arranged for several originaldrawings - by Michaelangelo and Raphael and Bruegel (Dad, you would've died) and Van Gough (and Rubens and Van Dyck and bel Sarto and Rembrandt and Peruzzi and Verrochio and le Lorrain and Millet and Durer and van Ruydael) - to be brought out from the museum's catacombs of artistic history for his students to come and study.
Today my face was inches a way...maybe less...from penned sketches done by masters from the Renaissance. My fear of them and my flabbergastedness made it difficult to breathe.