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April Hyatt
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« Thread Started on Feb 19, 2008, 1:39am » | |
April returned a thin piece of charcoal to it's proper drawer and washed her consequently blackened hands in the sink. She had grown bored during a free period between classes and took up sketching to pass the time. Although it was no masterpiece, she had already roughly outlined a flower vase, as well as loosely marking where the flowers would be placed with small dashes. April had begun to erase stray marks from the piece when she noticed that only five minutes remained before her Art III students were due to arrive. Time flew at an astounding pace when she was drawing.
Art III was only offered to juniors and seniors, and April could therefore generally expect to see more talent and less uninterested students among those taking the course. It was a relief to be able to teach students who had already mastered the obligatory basics after dealing with incapable underclassmen for the better part of the morning. While learning the difference between monochromatic and triadic color schemes was a necessary aspect of a well rounded art education, April much preferred teaching advanced classes. It allowed her to delve into more complicated principles than color schemes, as well as interact with more mature students.
Just as April finished washing the residual charcoal off of her hands, the bell rang, and a flurry of juniors and seniors entered the classroom. She dried her hands on a plaid towel that curiously resembled a picnic blanket and turned around to face her students. She smiled upon seeing all of the familiar faces.
"Hi, class," April greeted, forging her way through the desks to her rightful position in the front of the classroom. "As you all know, I'm Ms. Hyatt. I've had, well, almost all of you in the past, so introductions seem pointless, no? So let's bypass all of this first day monotony and actually get straight to learning." She turned around toward her desk, fiddling through her papers until reemerging with a thick, hard-cover book. "You all have your sketch books with you, I presume?" April smiled at the select few who blushed, no doubt in response to having left their sketch books at home. She set her own book down beside her. "It's been a long summer, so let's review composition. Who can tell me what the rule of thirds is? Or list a few key geometric shapes key that can be witnessed in all art?"
[Raise your hand if you wish to be called on, and I'll call on someone in the next post]
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Hunter West
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« Reply #1 on Feb 19, 2008, 2:31am » | |
Finally. His favorite class of the day, with his favorite teacher. There were few classes Hunter actually looked forward to, actually, it was pretty much just this and lunch, but Art was by far his favorite. And the only one he really paid attention to as well. He had a good nap in History class, so the Brit was refreshed and ready to go. He made his way into the classroom, quickening his pace so that he could have his chosen seat. It was the only class that he chose to sit in the front of the room. Mostly to be closer to Ms. Hyatt.
And she looked just as smashing as ever. Perfection if he ever saw it. As the teacher began to spoke, Hunter leaned back in his chair, his bum resting on the edge of it, while he crossed one leg up over the other. As instructed, Hunter pulled his sketchbook out of his messenger bag and placed it on his desk. Of course he was prepared, it wasn’t often Hunter didn’t have his sketchbook with him. It was well-worn and clear that it was already halfway full with various types of drawings and sketches, the cover was a simple black, but covered in many humorous stickers. Picking up his sketching pencil from his bag as well, Hunter absent-mindedly brought the end of the pencil to his mouth, not biting on it, but letting it rest between his teeth as he listened to Ms. Hyatt speak.
Now, Hunter wasn’t one to show off… actually, yea, he lived for that stuff. But not academically. Mostly because he never knew the answers, and also because he just didn’t really care. But what better way to impress your teacher than with knowledge? And this was something he had knowledge about. Hunter let three very fast seconds pass by before he lifted his arm up, attempting to not look too eager so that the other students wouldn’t get the wrong impression of him.
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« Reply #2 on Feb 20, 2008, 5:40am » | |
Melissande looked up as Ms. Hyatt went inside the classroom. While Art wasn't exactly her favorite class, it was one of the classes she actually exerted effort in, primarily because she really liked drawing. Unfortunately for Melli, drawing didn't like her back.
She had gone through this in Freshman year, Sophomore, Junior... most of her drawings never had that bang of realism to them. Melissande supposed she could call them abstract, but that would be like stabbing herself on the foot, so she ignored her thoughts and concentrated on the class itself.
The wind blew through the open window, and Melissande was distracted a bit by the beauty of the winter landscape... the bit became a lot as she suddenly saw Hunter's hand go up. Wha... she thought, focusing on the teacher. There had been a question, only she didn't catch it.
Ah well... there were more questions to answer now that the ball was rolling. Melissande settled back and started doodling on the edge of her sketchbook.
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April Hyatt
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« Reply #3 on Feb 22, 2008, 3:16pm » | |
April surveyed the class for someone to call on. Melli was doodling in her sketchbook, probably completely tuning out the young teacher, and Adrianne was staring bemusedly at Hunter. All other students had somehow else made themselves look busy in an effort to avoid answering the question. Unsurprisingly enough, Hunter was the only student with his armed raised. His arm raised up high, at that. So high, in fact, that April was worried that Hunter was putting a strain on it. She smiled.
"Hm, so many raised hands. Let's see...," April looked around the classroom in mock concentration, resting her chin on her hand, in vein of Rodin's sculpture 'The Thinker.' She smiled coyly to herself at Hunter's overeagerness, but avoided making eye contact. Let him sweat a little.
It was no secret that the reason behind his keen participation was not as academic as it was lustful. April had noticed from even his earliest classes that in her presence, Hunter went out his way to act knowledgable, and, to her amusement, somewhat like a teacher's pet. His crush was of course harmless and unrequited, but April nonetheless adored Hunter and couldn't help but wonder if they would be closer had there been no age difference.
"Hunter? Could you enlighten us?" April finally conceded, putting him out of his misery.
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Hunter West
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« Reply #4 on Feb 26, 2008, 12:27am » | |
While his eyes briefly left the teacher, Hunter looked around to notice that he was the only student with their hand raised. Either only he knew the answer, or the rest of the class didn’t care enough to let the blood rush through their arms to raise them. Which meant he was guaranteed to get called on.
Unfortunately for him, Ms. Hyatt enjoyed to playfully torment the poor Junior as his hand started to lose feeling. But he didn’t care because that playful, joking manner is just one of the things that made him so infatuated with her. There was nothing hotter to Hunter than a girl with a sense of humor. Which is why so many of his female friends had one.
But he was relieved to see she finally called on him, allowing his hand a good rest. “Well Ms. Hyatt,” he began, rubbing his hand slightly as it now had pins and needles from his eagerness. “I do believe the Rule of Thirds is a rule that states a picture can be divided into nine equal parts, thus making it aesthetically pleasing.” He responded with a purposeful air of intellect. With his natural British accent, accompanied by his exaggerated speech, Hunter sounded more like those guys on the BBC.
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« Reply #5 on Mar 19, 2008, 5:47am » | |
Imogen took a seat on the complete opposite side of the room from the door. The desk she chose just happened to be at the back of the classroom. Not because she wasn't interested, because she most definitely was. But because she didn't like not knowing what was going on behind her. In other classes, she would sit sideways in her chair and pay the bare minimum amount of attention while she talked to other people or whatever but art.. Art was different.
She was on her own in the art classroom friends-wise which normally worked to her benefit since there was no one to talk to and disturb her as she sat there, drawing in her sketch book and listening to the voice of the teacher in the background. She was good at paying attention to Ms Hyatt's voice at the same time as she drew. It was a gift she had, which often annoyed the teachers when they picked on her to ask what they just said because she didn't seem to be listening and she repeated their last few sentences word perfect.
In her seat at the back of the classroom she took out her school sketchbook and also her own. It was covered with cloth and onto that she had persuaded one of the textile technology teachers to allow her to sew pink and orange flowers and gold sequins while the rest of the class had practised simpler sewing. She wanted to be a fashion designer which meant Imogen put in a lot more effort and knew a lot more about art and textiles.
In any other class Imogen would have earned some odd looks when she took out a metal tin with brush pens but in art, no one bothered because no one knew her. She flicked through her first hundred pages or so till she spotted a blank sheet of paper in the book. She stopped and picked up her pencil. This book consisted of all her fashion designs. She carried two books around with her, in fact. She also carried a blue and green one which had random doodles and 'MT LVS LB' and other random things written in. She only got her fashion one out in art.
She began to sketch the basic body shape in very light pencil. She was going to design a dress, she decided. Hunter's hand shot up and her hand jerked and she dropped her pencil. She muttered under her breath as she used her foot to drag it to where she could reach it. She picked it up and adjusted the scarf around her neck, muttering several irritated words under her breath. Goody goody, she thought. He was though, you had to admit and he knew he would get teased the hell out of the second he got out of here because he fancied Ms Hyatt.
Sad. She sighed lightly and checked she had the right proportions before she sketched in a mini dress and added a thick buckled belt, leggings and wedges. Pink, she decided. Pink and black. She sketched in the face then went to her brush pens. "Isn't a square one of those geometric shapes?" she said suddenly, sketching the hair band slowly into the hair which she had decided would be a golden brown. She picked up her brush pen and drew in the outline of the dress in a purpley-pink colour.
Ms Hyatt either never noticed she was sketching or decided not to do anything about it. Either way, she always got away with it until they had to start work and even then she would finish early and go back to her own sketch started at the beginning of the lesson.
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