"Um, hi." I replied, very confused. "No offense, but what are you doing
here?"
Janine grinned. "I'm in this class. Art1. My advisor told me this summer that I needed to take a fine arts class to meet the SHS graduation requirements, and I thought it would be cool to have a class with my little sis!"
I tried to smile. Really, I did. But I know my grin came out forced. As excited as Janine was about having a class with me, I wasn't so enthused about having a class with my "big sis".
"Oh." I said "Well, uh, cool."
I picked a stool across from Janine at the table, and plopped my bag down. I smiled again, a little more naturally then the first time, but inside I was thinking "My GOD. The one class I was looking forward to, and Janine's in it." Don't get me wrong, I do like my sister, but she is such a genius. and I'm, well not. Art is my one strong point. I can't have Janine in here, competing with me for attention. And how could Janine have kept this from me all summer? Did she think this would be a pleasant surprise?
Just as I was pondering this shocking discovery, our teacher, a tall, thin woman with long blond hair, dressed in a long, flowing dress entered the room.
She smiled brightly at as. "Hi Everyone. I'm Ms. Tarucco, but you can call me Amy." Putting her stuff down on the large teacher's table, she turned to us. "Welcome to Art 1. This is a basic survey class of art. we'll cover everything from pencil sketching to watercolors to charcoals. Some of you may be very experience, others never painted in their lives, but that's okay, we're all here to learn and improve."
As much I had been unsure about having a class with Janine, I liked Amy, and the class did sound really fun. The hour flew by, and by the end, we had received our syllabuses as well as our art materials for the year. We even had a homework assignment- to make a series of patterns used the various types of lines we had discussed.
When the bell rang, Janine and I left the room together.
"Amy seems like a very professional teacher," said Janine "I strongly approve of the way she has structure the class. She also seems to be very well versed in her field which is beneficial in order to teach others." She rambled on.
Oh boy. Leave it to Janine to make the coolest art teach in the world sound like some stodgy old professor. As I turned the corner, I spotted Stacey down the hallway.
"Gee Janine," I said quickly "I gotta run...see ya after school". I ran to catch up with Stacey, who had just come out of French class.
"Hi!' she said enthusiastically "How was art? Did you like it?"
I shook my head. "The teacher is nice, and the course seems great, but Janine is in the class."
Stacey's face turned to a look of sympathy. She knew how it was between Janine and I. "Don't worry Claud, it will turn out okay."
I nodded. I hoped so. I hoped that Janine wouldn't ruin what was probably the only enjoyable class of my day. With that, I gave Stacey a quick hug, and headed off to enjoy the wonderful world of Basic Algebra.
Janine grinned. "I'm in this class. Art1. My advisor told me this summer that I needed to take a fine arts class to meet the SHS graduation requirements, and I thought it would be cool to have a class with my little sis!"
I tried to smile. Really, I did. But I know my grin came out forced. As excited as Janine was about having a class with me, I wasn't so enthused about having a class with my "big sis".
"Oh." I said "Well, uh, cool."
I picked a stool across from Janine at the table, and plopped my bag down. I smiled again, a little more naturally then the first time, but inside I was thinking "My GOD. The one class I was looking forward to, and Janine's in it." Don't get me wrong, I do like my sister, but she is such a genius. and I'm, well not. Art is my one strong point. I can't have Janine in here, competing with me for attention. And how could Janine have kept this from me all summer? Did she think this would be a pleasant surprise?
Just as I was pondering this shocking discovery, our teacher, a tall, thin woman with long blond hair, dressed in a long, flowing dress entered the room.
She smiled brightly at as. "Hi Everyone. I'm Ms. Tarucco, but you can call me Amy." Putting her stuff down on the large teacher's table, she turned to us. "Welcome to Art 1. This is a basic survey class of art. we'll cover everything from pencil sketching to watercolors to charcoals. Some of you may be very experience, others never painted in their lives, but that's okay, we're all here to learn and improve."
As much I had been unsure about having a class with Janine, I liked Amy, and the class did sound really fun. The hour flew by, and by the end, we had received our syllabuses as well as our art materials for the year. We even had a homework assignment- to make a series of patterns used the various types of lines we had discussed.
When the bell rang, Janine and I left the room together.
"Amy seems like a very professional teacher," said Janine "I strongly approve of the way she has structure the class. She also seems to be very well versed in her field which is beneficial in order to teach others." She rambled on.
Oh boy. Leave it to Janine to make the coolest art teach in the world sound like some stodgy old professor. As I turned the corner, I spotted Stacey down the hallway.
"Gee Janine," I said quickly "I gotta run...see ya after school". I ran to catch up with Stacey, who had just come out of French class.
"Hi!' she said enthusiastically "How was art? Did you like it?"
I shook my head. "The teacher is nice, and the course seems great, but Janine is in the class."
Stacey's face turned to a look of sympathy. She knew how it was between Janine and I. "Don't worry Claud, it will turn out okay."
I nodded. I hoped so. I hoped that Janine wouldn't ruin what was probably the only enjoyable class of my day. With that, I gave Stacey a quick hug, and headed off to enjoy the wonderful world of Basic Algebra.