So he walked into my room one evening, and he sat on the edge of my bed, and he said, "Jarrett, it's up to you, but if you'd like to, we'd like to send you to the classes at the Worcester Art Museum."
Quindi venne in camera mia una sera, si sedette sul bordo del letto, e disse, "Jarrett, spetta a te decidere, se tu vuoi, ci piacerebbe mandarti ai corsi del Worcester Art Museum."