Yeah, but is it art??

Sorry for the delay in posting but it's that time of the year again.

I spent 6 hours constructing some kind of rabbit biscuit barrel, hairdryering every layer of papier maché for speed, spending 15 euros on resources (grumbling to myself - 'I could've bought one for that) and neglecting the healthy food regime of the kids, throwing them a 'KitKat' to share for lunch while avoiding throwing up on the aforesaid work of art as I nursed an increasingly bad migraine.

'But Why?' I hear you ask.

The last minute rush to make sure my number one son passes the year.

This was art. We've done a few weeks of tutoring him too. He's already failed maths and can't afford to fail any more subjects. If he does, he repeats the year, which is de-motivating, humiliating and a waste of time for someone like my son who doesn't see the point of doing most things once, let alone twice.

If it was left to him, he would have given in something resembling this -
Take one rabbit.
Put it in a cornflake's box.
Reverse a tractor over it.
Wrap it in about 3km of sellotape and.......... 'Tadah!'.

In fact, when I saw it the night before it had to be given in and before I knew it was meant to actually resemble something, I thought it was;
a) a metaphorical physical expression of his inner turmoil,
b) the new Damien Hirst or
c)rubbish

I cried a bit inside at the pathos of this 'creation'.
After looking at my son, with a plaintive expression which communicated the single word 'Why?', he just shrugged his shoulders and mumbled with adolescent world weariness - 'I can't do it.'
'But what is it meant to be, son?'
Due to my inability to decipher the abstract construction in front of me which apparently had taken him 6 hours (although, we later found out that 5 hours 55 minutes of that was spent playing with plasticine), he kicked the sideboard and flapped his arms in frustration, yelling,
'SEE - I KNOW IT'S NO GOOD'

So, I rescued him. For the sake of him getting through school. When he saw the end result, he kissed me and, as chuffed as buttons, took it into school.

He got a '7'.

Can you believe that? A '7'???? After all that effort??? It had floppy ears and buck teeth and everything.
I'm gutted.
At least it's a pass.

I'm beginning to wonder if the original 'Rabbit Incarcerated in Crumpled Cornflakes Box and Wrapped in a Never-Ending Stream of 'Sellotape'' wouldn't have got a better mark....