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Post by Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft on Apr 25, 2011 20:19:52 GMT -5
Rune Heard some girl ask what his problem with Zeran was. My that was an ever expanding list of things, if he actually felt like answering where would he start. Though Rune looked back to the professor as he heard her say his excuses were a waste of time. He should have remembered that from last year, but he was used to having to give a reason as to why he was late for other teachers, especially Hild. Though, for some reason, it usually ended up involving some kid randomly trying to hit him for things he didn't do. What did all the white hair guys look a like or something?
"Sorry ma'am" Rune replied, before introducing himself as she asked, "My names Rune Ravencroft, I'm a second year art major, and I'm here because I attempted to take this class last year and was forced to drop out due to unexpected circumstances in the 7th week" Though, he turned to the girl that had asked about his issues with Zeran and said "and more he did something wrong to my sister". That was about as far into the explanation he was going to get. He had seen the boy by her and kept an eye on him, and once it was clear she wanted him to leave he had approached, and he could tell why once he had gotten into ear shot. Things had not exactly gone better since then.
Though, as he took his seat, he couldn't help buy wonder why she wanted to see him after class. Was it because of him being late or his saying why he was. Though as he did think of it he had seen her in the bar that nigh he slammed the guys had on it for letting the whole club get a view of hilds chest. And he recalled she had been making Hild uncomfortable though Hild waved him off from any action against her before leaving the bar. Did it have anything to do with that?
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Post by ryuzakiryuga on Apr 25, 2011 20:53:46 GMT -5
Ryuzaki checked his PDA silently, looking at his favorite works from Da Vinci and Raphael. He was NOT into what the teacher would be teaching. Abstract art was his least favorite form of art. He felt it was rather inane and nonsensical. He did not mind nonsensical, his favorite author was Lewis Carroll, but even Carroll's most confusing works had some point to them. Normally, it was just hard to see. Abstract art, however, confused everyone but the artist. It seemed as though it was not meant to be shown publicly. Oh well, it was not his place to rant about his teacher's chosen favorite art style. Still, she probably would not get him to talk. That was extremely hard, especially in a class so devoted to visual style. If anything, he would draw a picture of himself with his name on it as an introduction. It would probably look like the Vitruvian Man. Why? It seemed to fit in this case. The Mona Lisa certainly did not. But first, you had to get him to introduce himself period. Yet again, good luck with that; you will need it. He scratched his silvery hair and checked his watch. Now, he was just in the awkward area, being silent and not interacting with anyone. He noticed the girl from the bookstore. Great, that's what I need. Hopefully, getting yelled at for something illegal was not on the menu this class. Then again, he would not doubt its possibility.
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Adelaide Phoenyx Rae
2nd year
criminal justice major english minor art minor soccer team tennis team
"life's not just black and white, it has many shades of gray"
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Post by Adelaide Phoenyx Rae on Apr 26, 2011 17:20:08 GMT -5
YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU THINK I WANNA HEAR but i don't wanna hear anymore [atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 460, true][atrb=style, background: #000000; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][atrb=border, 0, true] | [atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #000000; color: #555555; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px;] Mentally, Adelaide was mostly absent from the class. After her introduction, she had taken out a notebook and a pencil and now, while she looked over the things that had been placed upon her desk, she drew little doodles in said notebook. Nothing fancy and nothing particularly girly. Unless you think a skull and a Shadow were girly things. Well, she did draw hearts now and then and she did enjoy writing her name (and other peoples names) in different fonts and such. Currently though, she was paying more attention to the doodles than to the papers she had been reading over. She did still listen to what was being said around her. Mostly to the introductions though, rather than the the side conversation and such. That's probably why she ended up with her classmates names (the few who had given them) written on her paper in a bizarre font that she herself could hardly read. Maybe she should take a calligraphy class or something of the like. She probably be pretty good at it. Eventually, she pulled her eyes away from the papers sitting on her desk and took a good look around the room. Zeran Heartt, she had looked over at him earlier. Akii Kurosawa, 'Ms. Shigura', Rune Ravencroft. Then there was Ryuzaki Ryuga, someone she had met at the library when she had gone there to get so quiet time alone. She turned her eyes back to her notebook before deciding to just look out of the window. She put her pencil down too, for now, so as not to doodle upon the pages of her notebook further. It really was a bad habit. One that she really needed to break away from. Then again, her doodling didn't distract her so it was fine. Right? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wordcount: 300 .Tag: Hypatia, Zeran, Ryuzaki, Akii, Texia, Rune. .Place: Here .Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin .Notes: ...
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Zeran Heartt
1st year
Music Major [/color][/size][/center][M:500]
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Post by Zeran Heartt on Apr 26, 2011 19:14:01 GMT -5
Zeran tilted his head towards Rune and didn't hold anything back as he glared at Rune. While Zeran admitted he had gone to far with what happened with his sister, there was more reason Zeran didn't like Rune, at all. To a certain extent, Zeran was jealous, but at the same time, he simply wasn't a fan of Rune. It just made things awkward that he was related to a professor of his, who was also a coworker of his father.
Zeran averted his attention from Rune with an angry huff and returned his attention to the professor, still fuming as other people spoke. He had been enjoying the class up until Rune entered the room, and from that point on, he considered the class ruined for him. Zeran's mod quickly changed again, as it was likely to.
Zeran sighed and started leafing through the packets on the tables. They looked more interesting in than the first glance he had taken when he walked into the classroom which was fortunate. While he respected the need for required reading, it was a major bummer if it was boring and monotonous fact after fact. He at least wanted interesting reading.
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Post by chilirox1 on Apr 27, 2011 17:52:54 GMT -5
Texia was extremely confused. But, in the presence of this professor, she decided it was best to voice her thoughts rather than think them over first. Professor Arovka would like a response, right?
"Professor Arovka? My questions were relevant. I was inquiring on class subjects. And I was being honest too. I took this class for art, not to read. I apologize for questioning Rune and Zeran's animosity, however. That was not relevant." Texia responded. A head of white hair attracted her attention. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, pointing at the boy.
"Mr. Ryuzaki Ryuga! You're in this class too?!" It had to be him! The strange boy who helped her at the bookstore was in her drawing class! Her guilt overtook her, and a rampage of apologees came out of her mouth.
"I am so sorry for accusing you of being a thief! I know I've already said that, but I really am sorry! Accusing you of a thief, when you were only helping! Then you installed a new register and refused to let me pay you back! I swear I will, anything so just name it!" Texia did not do good with pressure, and the guilt from that encounter was eating at her. Her mind suddenly flashed back to class. She turned towards the professor.
"I'm really sorry, Professor Arovka!" She bowed her head, then stood up, remembering her request to introduce herself.
"I'm Texia Shigura. I greatly apologize for disturbing the class. Um," Remembering how the other students stated why they were there, she followed suit. "I'm here because I love all types of art, and it was always the most interesting subject I learned. My tutor was a fan of it too. So, an art class here would have to be enjoyable as well." She sat back down, and looked straight at the professor. Hopefully, her introduction was acceptable.
(OOC: This was a bit... Odd. Texia's a bit.. loud. Oh well, I'll have to have her quit down later...)
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Akii Chiyako Kurosawa
3rd year
Music Major Art Minor Art Club President
"Slow it all down, the damage is done. Play the music loud, don't make a sound."
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Post by Akii Chiyako Kurosawa on Apr 27, 2011 22:25:07 GMT -5
Akii was a little surprised that the Professor had mentioned that she shouldn’t be advertising her club—she could understand if she’d been the President of Soccer Club and had attempted to recruit new members but it was Art club and was completely relevant to the class. But she wouldn’t argue with Professor Arovka, she respected authority and wouldn’t go against the rules…even if they seemed a little bizarre. But she supposed that that was standard procedure for all classes, it probably wasn’t very fair to other clubs in that aspect—not being able to make shout outs. She felt a little silly, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything in the first place? If anyone was interested in joining they’d find the sign-up sheet or find the club’s facebook page or something and email her. Shaking her head, the silverette bit her lip and nodded to the professor.
“After class? That’s fine, this is my only class today so…I’m free. [/color]” She offered the older woman a small, polite smile before diverting her gaze—unable to keep eye contact. It was a problem she had that most people who didn’t know her thought was a rude habit of hers, but she had difficulty maintaining eye contact with others for long it made her feel awkward and strangely intimidated by the other person. She let her attention stray to the other students in the class, noticing several of them having their own little ‘heated’ discussions of their own and probably not even paying the professor any attention. Tilting her head to the side, Akii frowned—couldn’t they wait until after class was out to socialize? They weren’t paying several thousand dollars a semester just to hang out with their friends. Or maybe she was just a tad anti-social to really understand the appeal of not paying attention during class. Anti-social or not, she preferred to make good marks—she wanted a better life than what she had waiting for her at home and that wasn’t going to happen if she skived on her studies. [[sorry it's short x.x! I've been getting the worst headaches ever lately--and I've got one at the moment...and I've already used up all the advil x.x]][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by hypatia on Apr 27, 2011 22:45:07 GMT -5
So, Mr. Ravencroft and Ms. Shigura had now formally introduced themselves, which was good. There were only two more people in the class who refused to speak up, Mr. Ryuga and Mr. Koigokoro, and a few more who looked like they had dropped the class before even showing up a single time. Well, maybe they would show up very late or at the next class – could be that they had too good a time last night and were still sleeping. In addition to his introduction, however, Mr. Ravencroft had decided to speak a good deal about how Mr. Heartt had somehow offended his sister, again interrupting class. It seemed, however, that Mr. Ravencroft was also disrupting class by drawing Mr. Heartt’s attention off of Professor Arovka, who appeared to be answering his question for her own sake and no one else’s at this point. But it was not solely his enemy’s fault that Mr. Heartt seemed distracted, though, as he also seemed to be more interested in flipping through a packet than in paying attention to what was being said.
It seemed that the only worthwhile students she had at this point were Ms. Kurosawa and Ms. Rae, as all the rest of them were either interested in the feud between the Ravencrofts and the Heartts or else were lost in their own world, as Mr. Ryuga and Koigokoro were. Can’t they pay attention for two fucking hours, she thought, as Ms. Shigura went off apologizing to someone about something. She had always laughed when Turanga Leela had said twenty-first century colleges were basically expensive day cares, but now she was not laughing. No, she now understood how chillingly accurate these words really were and realized that she had spent six years of her life training so that she might become a baby sitter, one that could watch over ten children for an exorbitant fee and mediocre salary. At least there were a few who seemed good; she had to console herself with that.
Professor Arovka’s first response was to Mr. Ravencroft, to whom she said, “While I thank you for being so kind as to introduce yourself, Mr. Ravencroft, I feel I must inform you that your personal relationship with Mr. Heartt is of no interest to us in this class, despite what your peers might have to say on the matter. In the future, and this is true for all of you, we will be keeping all personal issues at the door or on the canvas. If you really feel that I need to know about your personal life, then you can come to my office hours or schedule a meeting with me or even e-mail me, but this thing,” she gestured to Mr. Ravencroft and to Mr. Heartt, “is not the business of art.”
Her response to Ms. Shigura, along with the thoughts we described above, was an audible sigh, “Although I thank you for introducing yourself to the class and for your now intelligently thought out question, Ms. Shigura, can we please refrain from exclaiming everything that pops into our heads? Especially if it has nothing to do with this class, such as your relationship with Mr. Ryuga? However, to address your concerns about the syllabus, we are reading so much is because art, as opposed to simply drawing, involves some aspect beyond conveying what the eye sees to the canvas. If we wanted to draw what we see or even imagine, we can use photographs or digital illustration tools, but our intent here is to draw, and paint, as artists do. I’m sorry if my answer is unsatisfactory to you, but you should be able to grasp why you are reading from the readings themselves, especially after reading St. John’s work. Think on how St. John describes an icon as being different from an idol, and I believe in this we might get to the root of how art differs from mere representation. On the other hand, however, most movements of modern art are focused as much if not more on the manifesto than the work itself, and we can discuss the merits of this when we approach those manifestos, but it simply is the condition of art at this time, so it is something we must consider if we want to enter the world of art.
And finally, there was Ms. Kurosawa, who agreed to meet with her after class. So, she would need to talk to Mr. Ravencroft, about what had happened that one night and her relationship, whatever that was, with his cousin, and Ms. Kurosawa, about the Art Club. Overall, she was really looking forward to the second one and sort of dreading the first. But at least Ms. Kurosawa was being somewhat attentive and quiet, even if she seemed a little unsure about looking her teacher directly in the eyes, something that she would need to improve upon in the future.
In addition to her responses to all of her students – which was draining for her in and of itself – there were also some little housekeeping things she would need to do as well. “Alright, so we all have Mr. Ryuga, Mr. Koigokoro, Ms. Lockhart, Ms. Hamasaki, Mr. Derksen, and Mr. Ichihara would be so kind as to introduce themselves to the class, if they are indeed here, that would be much appreciated. After that, we can go over the syllabus quickly and then I’ll let you all out early, since there’s not much we can do today since you all haven’t done the readings.” Hopefully this would get them moving quickly, so that she could get out of there.
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Post by ryuzakiryuga on Apr 28, 2011 20:55:15 GMT -5
Ryuzaki sighed frustratedly. Great, just what I need... who'd have thought SHE would be here. Now I have to put up with THAT obnoxious noise all class. He thought about just getting up and leaving. That would be, although cowardly, the most likely course of action from someone like him. He did not like talking, and she would most likely be the most talkative of the class. Well, besides the teacher, but that goes without saying. He expected talkative teachers, and this one was proving to be no different. He decided to introduce himself in a way all art students should introduce themselves. Getting up, he began walking toward the board, brushing by Texia in the process. He found his way to the board and erased what was on it. He began drawing his self-portrait of The Vitruvian Man. He made sure to remove the uncensored parts, for noone wanted to see that. He sighed as he did so. He finished in thrity seconds. He examoned the piece he had created and wrote his name under it in big letters. He silently walked back to his seat and twiddled his thumbs. He was not liking having to introducing himself. It made him rather uncomfortable. Plus, Ms. Shigura was here.
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Adelaide Phoenyx Rae
2nd year
criminal justice major english minor art minor soccer team tennis team
"life's not just black and white, it has many shades of gray"
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Post by Adelaide Phoenyx Rae on May 3, 2011 13:41:50 GMT -5
YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU THINK I WANNA HEAR but i don't wanna hear anymore [atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 460, true][atrb=style, background: #000000; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][atrb=border, 0, true] | [atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #000000; color: #555555; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px;] As class continued on, she took yet another look around the room. Ryuzaki wasn't the only familiar face that she saw. A certain blonde was rather familiar as well. She had met Texia in the hallway of the Van Ess dormitory. After their initial run-in (and I mean that quite literally) Texia had dragged her out to the courtyard to investigate something she had seen. Needless to say, the two knew one another. That's not to say that they were friends or anything but they were neighbors and acquaintances. Now, they were also classmates as well as schoolmates. They would definitely see quite a bit of each other. Adelaide continued to doodle in her notebook rather than just looking around or reading over the material upon her desk. She'd have plenty of time to read all of that stuff after class anyway. Besides, it was too noisy for her to try reading anything. I mean, she could have managed. She just liked to read when it was nice and quiet and no one was bothering her. She'd go to the library later to read it all. Or just stay in her room. That would work. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - .Wordcount: 200 .Place: Anderson - 2nd Floor - Drawing Class.Tags: Hypatia, Zeran, Ryuzaki, Akii, Texia, Rune. .Notes: It was hard, but I kept it short. I didn't want to make you guys read a bunch of stuff that has nothing to do with anything. >.>.Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin
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Post by chilirox1 on May 3, 2011 15:40:17 GMT -5
Putting on a determined face, Texia made sure to be more quiet. It wouldn't be fun if the professor didn't like her, or at least, not to the extent of loathing the time she'd walk into the room. That was just unpleasant. Seeing as the class was almost over, according to Professor Arovka's last statement, Texia could surely work on trying to figure out what to say during class that was "relevant". About to get to reading the handouts, which she now somewhat understood the purpose of, movement caught her attention. Her eyes widened as Mr. Ryuzaki Ryuga walked past her and to the door. He then approached the board...and wrote on it!? He seemed to be drawing a picture of sorts, and signed his name at the bottom. Unable to contain herself, Texia shouted out,
"Mr. Ryuzaki Ryuga! I really don't think you should have done that! The board is only for the professor to write on, and she never gave you permission for otherwise! You could get in serious trouble, so why would you even think of doing such a thing!? Just simply saying your name and why you're here would have been fine and not possibly against the rules at all! If you really don't want to, then you could just ask me to do it! It's the least I can do after all." As the words left her mouth, she felt herself start to become elated. She could repay him for the cash register by introducing him to the class! Smiling brightly at this thought, she went on with her idea without the poor boy's consent. Pointing at him, she began.
"That's Ryuzaki Ryuga! He fixed and installed the new cash register at the bookstore when I was working, and replaced a "CPU", whatever that is. So, he's good at doing things like that, apparently. Maybe that is a factor in why he's here, so, correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Ryuzaki?" she asked, turning her head towards him. Now, he wouldn't have to introduce himself, since she did it for him. Surely it could count as repaying him, right?
(OOC: Texia didn't listen to Profesor Arovka enough apparently... <.<)
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Post by ryuzakiryuga on May 3, 2011 16:39:17 GMT -5
Ryuzaki sighed angrily. Ms. Shigura was getting on his nerves. If she was just eighty percent quieter, Ryuzaki would have no problem with her. He sighed again and nodded. He wondered how many people would actually know what a CPU was, probably most of the class minus Ms. Shigura. He pulled out his PDA and pulled up information on Ms. Shigura. On top of being rich, she is an idiot. I know I'm a genius and all, but sometimes common sense must be used. There is a reason I did this. He put his head on the desk and shut his PDA. He was going to hate this entire school was he not? Yes, the answer was definite a definite yes. He wondered where she got the habit of calling everyone Mr. Finally, he stood up and announced himself. "Yeah, I'm Ryuzaki. Please, leave me alone while I draw or something." He sat back down and pulled out his drawing pad. He began sketching a picture of himself and Takehiro as their favorite anime characters: L Lawliet from Death Note and Kakashi Hatake from Naruto. Yeah, they knew that they looked like the characters. Maybe that is why they liked them so much.
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Zeran Heartt
1st year
Music Major [/color][/size][/center][M:500]
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Post by Zeran Heartt on May 3, 2011 19:40:12 GMT -5
Zeran got a look on his face that in one word could be described as peeved among the noise. He closed the packet he had been reading, if it had been a book, there would have been a rather loud noise as the pages were trapped between the covers of the book. He looked as if he was about to say something on the conduct of the current class, then his eyes darted to the pencil he had. Written in pen along the sides of the pencil was a message, "Dear Zeran, please ask Prof. Arovka if she would like to join me for some absinthe (and possibly tea). ~Love Dad." Zeran stared in disbelief at the pencil for a brief moment, before putting his full attention on the professor. "Professor Arovka, could I please talk to you after class?" Zeran asked, an odd confused look on his face. This was soon over taken by a look of annoyance, a look that those that new Zeran was specifically designated for anything his father did that he considered foolish. It was discernible from his reaction to the class by a small tick in the right corner of his mouth, and notably darker look in his eyes. He wanted to know two things. One was, what made his father think Zeran would act as his personal messenger for a social visit with another Professor. The other was how his father had managed to write on a pencil.
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Post by Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft on May 4, 2011 15:24:44 GMT -5
Rune listened as said about there being no interest in what the feud between him and Zeran was and was starting to both see more, and be confused more, as to why Hild had left the bar with her. On the one hand, they were being so much alike on the fact of not giving Rune an inch to move, seeing as he felt as if he were being scolded for taking two seconds to answer a question so it wasn't looming over head and all. He was surprised though in the sense that the way she was acting, well, she almost reminded him of what you would expect of a professor that was from communist Russia or nazi Germany. That whole you vill do vhat I zay, how I zay, vhen I zay, and be good little nazi's or comrades und zay nothing thing. Maybe it was just a first day thing and she;d ease up later...
"Sorry ma'am, and yes ma'am it won't be a problem in the future" he replied before taking his seat, refraining from adding the part of unless Zeran decides to start something and make it a problem. He was more than willing to just let it go, and simply not like him and not talk to him, Yet the boy always seemed to feel a need to open his mouth with some comment. IT was actually rather irritating.
He watched one of the other students walk up to the board and start drawing the vitruvian man, but alter the picture so that it was himself and wrote what was most likely his name underneath. He supposed that was one way to introduce yourself, though suddenly another girl burst out as if speaking for him. He honestly wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt on the cpu thing seeing as he knew most people didn't bother to learn about computers and all, but still, that it would have anything to do with Art and how it was phrased and... damn did she sound like a total air head.
He then heard Zeran suddenly say he wanted to see the professor after class and between that, and the air head, he put his arms on his desk and put his head down as if expecting to wake from a bad dream or hide from the lunacy. This was just going to be one of those years apparently. Hopefully whatever she had to talk about with him wasn't too major but what In the hell did Zeran suddenly find a need to talk to her after class.
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Akii Chiyako Kurosawa
3rd year
Music Major Art Minor Art Club President
"Slow it all down, the damage is done. Play the music loud, don't make a sound."
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Post by Akii Chiyako Kurosawa on May 4, 2011 16:28:55 GMT -5
Akii found herself developing a small headache from all the noise that her fellow classmates were making, some of them much louder than the others, wasn’t art supposed to be a relaxing and peaceful area of study? Despite what most of them had said in their intros, she felt as if they really were going to use this class as a way to get an easy A, in that case, she sort of hoped that professor Arovka hammered down on them with assignments—call Akii a ‘teacher’s pet’ all you want but she actually enjoyed having work given to her by her professors, it gave her something to do and it helped to put her in the good graces of her teachers since usually [or at least this is how it was her 1st year] she was the only one to ever complete the assignments and make good marks in class.
Her eyes began to wander around the room, landing on one of the only quiet teen’s in the class, she’d never seen the girl before this year and assumed that the reason behind that was because she was a 1st year, though of course, Akii could have been wrong in that assumption. She did know that she’d seen her around Van Ess where they both lived. Well, at least I’m not the only good student here. But by comparison it seemed as if she and Adelaide were among the only ones in the class who weren’t rude, loud, obnoxious, or rowdy. This was going to be one hell of a semester; she predicted many migraines to come from this class.
She watched in mild amusement at the one boy stood from his seat and marched up to the board with a sort of arrogant confidence surrounding him before drawing a…was it supposed to be a self portrait? To be completely honest it wasn’t very good, and was shoddy at best. The silverette wasn’t usually so critical of other’s work, in fact, she was really quite nice when she got over her suspicious attitude and distrusting nature [well, there’s a reason for her preferring to be alone with her art and music!], but the boisterous classmates of her’s weren’t helping any and she felt as if, despite the fact that she was already beginning to like the Professor and the class [from how Professor Arovka had described it] she was going to severely dislike coming to class each week if the behavior of the boys, and that one blonde girl, continued the same as it was currently.
She blinked, realizing that she had been staring at Adelaide for quite some time while her mind had wandered, woops! Hopefully the girl hadn’t noticed, that would’ve been a little awkward. Akii tore her golden gaze away from her and brought her attention back to the professor, her mind now wandering to what it was that Professor Arovka wanted with her after class. A small pit of dread began to take form in her stomach, what if she was going to scold her for advertising the Art Club? Was yelling at her for something so minor as that really necessary? Akii already felt bad for letting it slip, the professor didn’t need to harp on it. But…really, that didn’t seem like a very logical reason to call her after class, she had to have had an ulterior motive behind that and it was going to drive Akii crazy until the end of class, sifting through the various thoughts and scenarios that could happen after class.
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Post by hypatia on May 4, 2011 20:30:29 GMT -5
“Oh, sweet Christ.” At least a third of the students who had the decency to show up had the fucking sense to act like reasonable people (in fact they looked like they would be model students and a pleasure to teach), and another third seemed like they would not be too much trouble so long as they did not interact with one another and would be tolerable if they were the only trouble students, but that last third… they were going to make her want to shoot someone – preferably one of those two students. The one seemed like an asshole, the other some sort of mental deficient. At least the blonde girl seemed like she was trying, even if she was failing miserably. As she moaned out her plea to the Lord, her hands covered her face, as though she were in agony.
But let us go and look at how Professor Arovka responded to each event as they occurred. As Mr. Ryuga walked to the board, she looked puzzled, as he drew she continued to look completely confused, and as he walked back to his desk, so that Professor Arovka could then clearly see what he had drawn, she furrowed his brow. She knew what it was, but with the modification, it looked more like something a fan artist would make. And as she began to open her mouth, Professor Arovka was interrupted, by Ms. Shigura.
Ms. Shigura, who spouted out all sorts of nonsense about how Mr. Ryuga should not have done what he had done and then an idiotic explanation of who he was, must be an imbecile. The professor’s mouth actually fell agape at those comments. How do you deal with someone who acts like that? Someone who obviously has no idea of what is appropriate? And then Mr. Ryuga says something like “don’t bother me” to his teacher? Who the fuck acts like that? It is completely fucking absurd. It’s like she’s living in an anime or cartoon or something. She just wanted to… to scream or something to see if she might be able to wake herself up from this or to curse so much that she could get the show cancelled.
And then Mr. Heartt shouted up something about how he wanted to meet after class. Why would he not just show up after class? So, Professor Arovka finally spoke up, loudly, “Mr. Heartt, do not interrupt my class with idiotic questions, just speak with me after class. Alright?” She wanted to bang her head against the table.
“And Ms. Shigura, please, for the love of the Theotokos, stop interrupting class. For no reason should you be speaking up in my class about tedious nonsense about your personal life, I thought that was made clear when I said that to Mr. Ravencroft, but apparently you thought that order directed only to him, for some reason that only God alone knows. So now I am telling you, this classroom is not concerned with anything aside from art and the theory of art. Is that understood? And a yes or no answer will suffice.”
There was only one more person that needed to be spoken to, “And Mr. Ryuga, first, I would like to tell you that, after today, you are free to remain silent for the rest of my class, but you would also do well to heed the fact that one-fifth of your grade in my class is dependent upon participation, so you must also be willing to sacrifice you grade, significantly. Now, however, let us consider your drawing, it will be a good lesson for the class. First of all, it is completely unoriginal, nothing more than an inferior copy of an original, an original that was spoke to the zeitgeist of renaissance Italy. But this, being nothing but a copy, speaks to nothing, aside from a slavishness to images of the past. Now, however, that is a criticism that would be the end if you were to only have copied Leonardo’s drawing. But you decided to pervert it with your own face and by censuring it. Now, this either speaks to an incredible hubris of your own, which seems to be confirmed by your haughty, arrogant attitude, or it speaks to your fetish to place yourself within someone else’s creation rather than make anything of your own or place yourself within a universe that you, yourself have constructed. So, class, we will be doing nothing like this, in class.” At that, Professor Arovka erased the drawing from the board. “Now, Mr. Ryuga, would you be so kind as to introduce yourself or are you only going to communicate through other people’s words, either Leonrardo’s or Ms. Shigura’s.”
This would be a painful year.
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