Born from a Boom Box

Red Hooks

I wake up with my head and chest leaning on my desk.I look at the time and see that it is currently 7:30.I know have exactly one hour to get ready,it shouldn't hurt too much.I take a quick shower and dress myself up into a military bermuda and a plain white t-shirt.It is now 7:45 and I am already walking towards class.The school halls were already starting to get filled with people.I arrive first to class and sit at my seat.Not even the teacher has arrived.It is almost 7:50 and I am still the only one in class.

I take out my mini speaker from my bag and bring it to the front of the class,blasting out some loud music.I shouldn't worry too much if people notice me dancing,I should already be in my seat by 8:15 ; which is the usual time most people start to arrive to class.

** freestyle --> https://youtu.be/uPdhKogF-_k 0:29 to 1:46 **

I then hear someone walking into class,I look by the door and see Camille.

"How long have you been watching?" I ask laughing
"A few minutes ago..But damn,you are good"
"Haha,thank you" I tell her
"Your really not that bad!Your gonna kill it on stage at the World Jam" She tells me as we walk to our seats
"Thanks! Why don't you come watch us tonight?" I ask her
"Can't." She says
"Well why not?"
"I'm busy studying.."
"Ohh,it's good that your working hard." I tell her before the class starts to be filled with more people.

"Good morning class." Professor says "I hope everyone is here in time.." he says reading the attendance sheet.

Class has now begun,and Professor Stewarts has started his lesson.

"Before we start off with revising our past lessons,I want to let you guys know that you will be having a project to prepare due for next week.You will be capturing one of the things you love the most and present it in front of the class.This project will count 20% of your grade and for every day you don't pass the project starting next week you will loose 5%..."

Dance.All I though of was dance.I can capture some of the moments of the Pirates dancing back at the vault,like what Luke has been doing lately for his little film.All I'm worried about is how can I get myself a good camera.I have a camera back at my dorm but it really isn't the best.The quality of it is pretty old and damaged.

"...And in order for that,we must use the magic of art.Now,can someone explain me what the term "Art" means in photography."

A girl with her hair tied up in a bun raises her hand.

"Yes,miss Johns?"
"It is in accordance with the vision of the artist as a photographer" she says
"That is correct,miss Johns.And can anyone give me an example of a photographer with the vision of an artist?Miss Rosales,maybe?" He asks

I do remember this one photographer in the early 1900's who was from New Jersey.What was his name?

"Umm,the one from New Jersey?" I say

I hear the sound of people laughing.

"You mean Alfred Stieglitz?" A boy with messy hair asks.He reminded me of Moose.Im already starting to miss him a lot.
"Yea,whatever.." I say
"Would you like to name one of his works?" Professor Stewarts asks me.
"Uhh..Steering?" I ask

More laughs starts to fill the classroom.

"Steerage,Abby.It was called Steerage and not Steering." He corrects me.

I just roll my eyes as he continues his lesson at last.

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"Don't forget,you've got an exam tomorrow at 8:00 pm?Do not miss it!" He says as class finishes

I walk towards the door but Mr.Stewarts stops me.

"Miss Rosales,i would like to talk to you." he tells me