Post by Julie Paige McGreggor on Sept 14, 2008 18:16:52 GMT
((This post takes place during the summer holidays. Any student between the ages of 10-14 may post in this class. Keep in mind that most of these kids have been coming for years, so not everyone can be a new student here. Sorry it took so long and its so short….not much inspiration.))
Julie smiled slightly, anxiously awaiting her second class of the year to arrive. Bored was the only way to describe her at the moment. She was bored with her life. At the moment, it was void of all excitement outside of her art classes. Julie’s students brought life, fun, and animation into her day. Working with kids and teenagers just did that to you. Unless her class was absolutely terrible, (which she did receive classes like this every so often) Julie’s kids normally had a lasting effect on her life. She had fun with her classes, and as the kids got over, there was more room for creativity and fun, rather than the structured lessons Julie had to prepare for her younger students. At the moment, every student in her senior class was working on something different. In each of those pieces that were made by Julie’s lovely seniors was a reflection of the students who walked into that studio apartment door once every week of the summer.
The Junior class was just a bit different. This class was all about transitions. The kids were all changing from children to teenagers and young adults. This class was still a bit structured, but there was definitely a lot of room for creativity. The theme for the juniors this summer was animation and cartoons. Each student was to take five cartoon characters of their choice and paint them all together on one large canvas. The idea was beautiful, she was sure her kids would love it. Some of the guys would be a bit hesitant, but Julie was sure the pieces created in this class were going to be absolutely wonderful. She had known some of these students since they were five, but like always, there were going to be a few new students. She didn’t really like students just jumping into the senior class right away because of their age. They didn’t go through the same program as their peers, so the poor new children were almost doomed to fall behind of the others.
But some students were able to pick up the slack. But they were very talented students. Julie had always encouraged the students to take the junior class before they went along to their senior year. But she loved the new students just as much as the old ones. All were welcome. Julie glanced around the room, just to make sure everything would be perfect. The kids would just be sketching today, so she had about two dozen pencils and matching erasers. She also had three boxes filled beyond capacity with comic books, story books, and other general animated characters for inspiration. The class would run from about three to five in the evening, which was perfect for a first class. So, with nothing else to do but take care of some useless paper work, Julie sat behind her desk, placed her thin reading glasses (which she rarely ever wore thanks to the modern invention of contacts) on her nose and began to busy herself until her first students got here. It was about a quarter to three, so the kids would be flooding in any minute now. Somehow, Julie couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to the day she met Jason Blade. Julie had his number and he of course had hers, and they had talked about going out for coffee sometime. Sadly though, no exact date had been planned and Jason still hadn’t called. Maybe they’d talk during Darcy’s next class in a few days. Julie had always known that a child as sweet as that had to have one heck of a dad. Afterall, Julie had seen her grandparents who were anything but friendly, and she knew there wasn’t a mother in the poor child’s life, so Jason Blade was the only other reason for Darcy’s kind hearted nature. Julie knew she probably shouldn’t be getting involved with a student’s father, but she couldn’t help herself. Something about him just wouldn’t let her say no. Maybe these feelings would go away after awhile. Maybe today’s class would help her clear her head a bit and give her a chance to relax. Sighing, Julie flipped through the pages of her address book. “One can only hope…” She said to herself with a sigh.
Julie smiled slightly, anxiously awaiting her second class of the year to arrive. Bored was the only way to describe her at the moment. She was bored with her life. At the moment, it was void of all excitement outside of her art classes. Julie’s students brought life, fun, and animation into her day. Working with kids and teenagers just did that to you. Unless her class was absolutely terrible, (which she did receive classes like this every so often) Julie’s kids normally had a lasting effect on her life. She had fun with her classes, and as the kids got over, there was more room for creativity and fun, rather than the structured lessons Julie had to prepare for her younger students. At the moment, every student in her senior class was working on something different. In each of those pieces that were made by Julie’s lovely seniors was a reflection of the students who walked into that studio apartment door once every week of the summer.
The Junior class was just a bit different. This class was all about transitions. The kids were all changing from children to teenagers and young adults. This class was still a bit structured, but there was definitely a lot of room for creativity. The theme for the juniors this summer was animation and cartoons. Each student was to take five cartoon characters of their choice and paint them all together on one large canvas. The idea was beautiful, she was sure her kids would love it. Some of the guys would be a bit hesitant, but Julie was sure the pieces created in this class were going to be absolutely wonderful. She had known some of these students since they were five, but like always, there were going to be a few new students. She didn’t really like students just jumping into the senior class right away because of their age. They didn’t go through the same program as their peers, so the poor new children were almost doomed to fall behind of the others.
But some students were able to pick up the slack. But they were very talented students. Julie had always encouraged the students to take the junior class before they went along to their senior year. But she loved the new students just as much as the old ones. All were welcome. Julie glanced around the room, just to make sure everything would be perfect. The kids would just be sketching today, so she had about two dozen pencils and matching erasers. She also had three boxes filled beyond capacity with comic books, story books, and other general animated characters for inspiration. The class would run from about three to five in the evening, which was perfect for a first class. So, with nothing else to do but take care of some useless paper work, Julie sat behind her desk, placed her thin reading glasses (which she rarely ever wore thanks to the modern invention of contacts) on her nose and began to busy herself until her first students got here. It was about a quarter to three, so the kids would be flooding in any minute now. Somehow, Julie couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to the day she met Jason Blade. Julie had his number and he of course had hers, and they had talked about going out for coffee sometime. Sadly though, no exact date had been planned and Jason still hadn’t called. Maybe they’d talk during Darcy’s next class in a few days. Julie had always known that a child as sweet as that had to have one heck of a dad. Afterall, Julie had seen her grandparents who were anything but friendly, and she knew there wasn’t a mother in the poor child’s life, so Jason Blade was the only other reason for Darcy’s kind hearted nature. Julie knew she probably shouldn’t be getting involved with a student’s father, but she couldn’t help herself. Something about him just wouldn’t let her say no. Maybe these feelings would go away after awhile. Maybe today’s class would help her clear her head a bit and give her a chance to relax. Sighing, Julie flipped through the pages of her address book. “One can only hope…” She said to herself with a sigh.
