The Dragon Compells Thee

Today everybody went up the hill. We were all going to a class with House, our new teacher, to learn new techniques. To tell the truth, we were merely learning things useful for all sorts of things, say copying your favorite drawing.

I tried doing broken glass in the background, but it didn't turn out well. I tried making for it with white splatters, but it wasn't as good as I hoped for it to be.

So House came over, showed us a technique, and went around again. It's what we spent most of the period doing. But actually, I had spilled paint on my shirt, and spent most of my time scrubbing it and muttering curses.

During lunch, one of the teacher assistants had hid the flags. So me and my band searched for them. He had put it in the sculpture. I commented to him that it was very easy.

So I went to my last day in Narrangkar's class. We all looked at the 8'x5' mural. It had been divided up for the groups, and each was chaotic in our manner.

Now, remember the dragon I drew on the mural? Well, everybody liked it. So we improved on it. I said I would work on the dragons face because it would've been to easy to mess up the expression. Half the class wanted it angry, and the other half wanted it happy. So i made it slightly peturbed.

We divided the modifying among us. Most people were working on the waves that went around the mural. My friend was working on the flames. She and I have experience in drawing dragons, so when the class wanted flame from the nose, we were going, "Nononnono! You'll mess it up!" Well, we got our way.

Then the teacher asked if my painting was done. She suggested it to be a blue sky at sunrise, 'cause I wanted a sunrise (to much LOTR, see Music Of the Elk post). So I was working on my painting and I (finally) got to use an easel, because I've been using a chair.

However, I was drawn by the mural. My friend had dubbed me "dragon lady" because of the start of the dragon. She was always saying, "when are you coming, dragon lady?" in a sad voice. I said soon, but painting shades of blue in five seconds is not easy.

So I finished my painting. And I enjoyed how it turned out. So I worked on opening the mouth of the dragon. By the end of the period, the mural looked ten times better. It had turned from a somewhat mediocre dragon to an amazing fury of green and red. My friend and I exchanged comments on each others works. She said that she could'nt have drawn such a good western dragon. She could draw an eastern, but not a western.

I feel sad that the last day is only tomorrow.