went on to disclose the
other happenings and the titbits gathered from the conversations
with the boys and senior girls. I came to know that Rachel’s
boyfriend used to be in St. Andrew gymnastics team, and he had gone
to a university in United Kingdom to study veterinarian sciences.
One of the boys was dating a second year girl from our gymnastics
club. Jareth got called to the principal’s office on regular basis
because of his unsatisfactory academic results. The girls were
wondering on who would get to know their crush first—Mandy or
Fiona.
Everyone’s attention was on
Mandy and Fiona, it should be because they were the most
outstanding among the first year students. Mandy had the strength,
agility and control while Fiona possessed the grace and
flexibility.
Should I be giving Mandy a hand
in befriending Anton? Well, I did have the advantage of seeing him
on the bus. Perhaps he was friendlier when out of his school’s
compound or outside training? However, I was terrified of facing
rejection from him. What if he straightaway gave me the cold
shoulder? He might even make a face of disgust if I approached
him.…
I still couldn’t make up my mind
when we reached the art room. The dilemma had to be shoved aside
for a while since I wanted to concentrate on my artwork instead.
Actually, besides Mathematics, Science and History, I also liked
Art, specifically modelling. Drawing, in general, was challenging
as I had difficulty projecting a three dimensional object into a
flat picture on the paper.
Art lessons were far more
interesting and enjoyable since there was no need to listen to
boring lectures. In fact, my former art teachers were the only
elementary school teachers who didn’t call my parents to complain
about my inattentiveness in classes.
I nervously surveyed the
interior of the art room before entering. I was very apprehensive
about getting a nasty surprise from the corner girl in the case
where she suddenly appeared. Somehow, I was glad to see her
standing at the usual corner. She should just stay there. The
chances of seeing her in the art room should be low. The place,
unlike most of the rooms in the school, was brightly-lit and
well-ventilated due to the full-panel windows lining one of the
walls. Various paintings were tacked onto the other walls to cover
up the peeling paint.
We were supposed to continue on
the making of human figurines. I got really excited when we first
started on it the previous week. It was my forte after all. The
preceding projects on still life drawings proved to be rather
excruciating for me to complete.
Once I had gotten into my seat,
I set out to knead, roll, pinch and mould the clay into limbs and
head. Extra care and attention was put into sculpturing the face.
My creation would be based on Cinderella. Not the one in gorgeous
gown and glass slippers, mine was the dirty-looking girl covered in
ashes and cinder. I pictured her to have long black hair with
centre parting that partially covered her eyes. Her humble white
dress would be smeared with hues of grey.
When I had finished assembling
my masterpiece, Mandy, who was sitting beside me, looked at it with
widened eyes. “It’s beautiful. The face is so pretty.”
“Thanks.” While trying to
conceal my grin, I noticed that her figurine, in the form of an
Amazon, was quite a fine piece of art. It looked cool, sultry and
imposing.
Kelly and Alice were seated at
the opposite side of my table. They had overheard Mandy’s comments,
thus looking up to check out my artwork.
“Nice,” commented Kelly before
going back to attaching a miniature baseball bat to her clay
figure’s hand.
Alice nodded in response. It was
then I noticed that she was doing the final touch-ups on the dress
of her princess figurine. It was wearing a beautiful ball gown with
ruffles and ruching. From afar, the doll appeared to be very
stunning. However, upon taking a closer look, I found that its face
lacked the contours. Its visage was
other happenings and the titbits gathered from the conversations
with the boys and senior girls. I came to know that Rachel’s
boyfriend used to be in St. Andrew gymnastics team, and he had gone
to a university in United Kingdom to study veterinarian sciences.
One of the boys was dating a second year girl from our gymnastics
club. Jareth got called to the principal’s office on regular basis
because of his unsatisfactory academic results. The girls were
wondering on who would get to know their crush first—Mandy or
Fiona.
Everyone’s attention was on
Mandy and Fiona, it should be because they were the most
outstanding among the first year students. Mandy had the strength,
agility and control while Fiona possessed the grace and
flexibility.
Should I be giving Mandy a hand
in befriending Anton? Well, I did have the advantage of seeing him
on the bus. Perhaps he was friendlier when out of his school’s
compound or outside training? However, I was terrified of facing
rejection from him. What if he straightaway gave me the cold
shoulder? He might even make a face of disgust if I approached
him.…
I still couldn’t make up my mind
when we reached the art room. The dilemma had to be shoved aside
for a while since I wanted to concentrate on my artwork instead.
Actually, besides Mathematics, Science and History, I also liked
Art, specifically modelling. Drawing, in general, was challenging
as I had difficulty projecting a three dimensional object into a
flat picture on the paper.
Art lessons were far more
interesting and enjoyable since there was no need to listen to
boring lectures. In fact, my former art teachers were the only
elementary school teachers who didn’t call my parents to complain
about my inattentiveness in classes.
I nervously surveyed the
interior of the art room before entering. I was very apprehensive
about getting a nasty surprise from the corner girl in the case
where she suddenly appeared. Somehow, I was glad to see her
standing at the usual corner. She should just stay there. The
chances of seeing her in the art room should be low. The place,
unlike most of the rooms in the school, was brightly-lit and
well-ventilated due to the full-panel windows lining one of the
walls. Various paintings were tacked onto the other walls to cover
up the peeling paint.
We were supposed to continue on
the making of human figurines. I got really excited when we first
started on it the previous week. It was my forte after all. The
preceding projects on still life drawings proved to be rather
excruciating for me to complete.
Once I had gotten into my seat,
I set out to knead, roll, pinch and mould the clay into limbs and
head. Extra care and attention was put into sculpturing the face.
My creation would be based on Cinderella. Not the one in gorgeous
gown and glass slippers, mine was the dirty-looking girl covered in
ashes and cinder. I pictured her to have long black hair with
centre parting that partially covered her eyes. Her humble white
dress would be smeared with hues of grey.
When I had finished assembling
my masterpiece, Mandy, who was sitting beside me, looked at it with
widened eyes. “It’s beautiful. The face is so pretty.”
“Thanks.” While trying to
conceal my grin, I noticed that her figurine, in the form of an
Amazon, was quite a fine piece of art. It looked cool, sultry and
imposing.
Kelly and Alice were seated at
the opposite side of my table. They had overheard Mandy’s comments,
thus looking up to check out my artwork.
“Nice,” commented Kelly before
going back to attaching a miniature baseball bat to her clay
figure’s hand.
Alice nodded in response. It was
then I noticed that she was doing the final touch-ups on the dress
of her princess figurine. It was wearing a beautiful ball gown with
ruffles and ruching. From afar, the doll appeared to be very
stunning. However, upon taking a closer look, I found that its face
lacked the contours. Its visage was
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