It all started in art class (teacher/student short story - journal entries)

Diary entry 1-3

Sunday 08/01/2017

So hey guys, even though this journal is meant to be for me I received this book as a Christmas present and thought I'd put it to use once the new year began to start documenting my thoughts. It's the start of the New year and all that new me bullshit. I'm still in school so I don't know what resolutions I could have; to work harder? To listen to mum and dad more? To do chores more often? *rolls eyes mentally* I just think it's stupid, you do what you want, when you want plus I try hard at school and I'm good at home so that's all that matters. Everyone's heading back to school tomorrow and I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again after the Christmas break and continuing with my English and Art classes. They're two of my favourites but I hate science, it's just so hard and extra tuition just takes up more of my time. I just finished ironing my uniform and braided my hair so it'll come out nice and wavey tomorrow. If it doesn't then I have this cute curler aunt Lily got me for Christmas and some nice hair pins from my cousin Rachel that I can use to make my hair look amazing in the morning. Christmas was good, I really liked all my presents and mum's turkey came out pretty well too. Especially those potatoes and gravy, YUMMMM <3

Anyways I need to head to bed to wake up on time so I'll write again tomorrow. Goodnight diary xx

Monday 09/01/2017

So I just got back from school, super tired and freezing my socks off. It feels like it's going to snow anytime now, had to wear trousers to school today instead of a skirt unlike some of the girls at school. You know the saying: a hoe never gets cold. My friends aren't hoes though so it's fine, talking about friends today was really good. We couldn't stop talking about the Christmas break and family dramas that went on like in Sue's family which was mildly entertaining. And my art teacher Mrs Glaston's husband cheated on her with a teacher from the neighbouring school and left so she's on leave right now to grieve I'm guessing. I was pretty upset when I heard since it's year 10 and I need all the inspiration I can get for my Art GCSE. Apparently there's a new teacher though, every one can't wait to have him and see if he's a piece of eye candy *rolls eyes* like ew he's a teacher, probably old with a beer belly and does weird creative stuff he calls art.

Tuesday 10/01/2017 

So we met the new art teacher today, it was pretty uneventful since everyone was whispering about it all day at school until we had his lesson. The girls who had him before lunch were raving on about him, saying how he was a total hottie and drew these amazing things on the board so fast that he must be good with his hands. Like I literally felt like puking my lunch up at that moment, these girls have no chill. We finally met him and he was alright I'd say, like he looked like any other guy on the street that was average with a nice height and eyes that could be classified as striking if you looked into them long enough. But no one had the chance to stare into sir's eyes for that long as he seemed so excited to teach us about art and showed us quick different styles that we would be trying this year. He drew pictures of inanimate objects, of humans, even of cartoons and anime characters which was amazing so it made me excited too. Other than tat, the hype was over exaggerated but I do have hope in him to make me ace my art grades and improve my skills.

Wednesday 11/01/2017 

Hey diary,

I guess today was an interesting day, school was normal except for getting a lot of homework for upcoming mock exams which made me schedule library revisions mentally in my head for the weeks ahead. Lunch was disgusting, like why do we even have to pay for school diners when they serve us food like they do in prison, I'm sure its pretty much the same. In art class today, sir asked us to make a piece of art in an hour of anything we liked to represent our emotions and he would judge our skills through that one piece so we had free reign for the entire lesson. It was nerve-wracking at first since I didn't know what I wanted to create but I just picked up a bunch of different coloured paints and brushes since I prefer painting to drawing. I let myself get swept away and my fingers do all the work so they could create what they felt instead of having to think of different ideas myself. I started off painting with dark tones, greens and blues, there was a hill top created with the sunsetting in the background. Clouds were surrounding the moon looking dreary like a storm was going to strike any second. On the top of the hill was a girl who was painted as a black figure, standing in a slouched position looking lost, staring down at the flattened grass instead of up at the beautiful sunset happening right infront of her. Time flew so fast I didn't even realise the bell had rang that Sir had to come up to me and tell me that class was over. I had completely zoned out but I had just about finished then, I didn't even register what I made since it was my fingers doing all the work instead of my mind that my mind was shook awake when sir asked "is that girl you?"

I just stood there blank holding the paintbrushes in my hand, asking myself the same question in my head; 'was that girl on the hill looking depressed me?' I had created her but I was not sure who she was. I mumbled a reply outlaid without even realising. "I don't know" I said to which he replied "C'mon lets sit down, I want you to tell me about your painting. This was your last class for the today anyway so I'm sure 5 minutes won't hurt." He took the brushes out of my hands and put them aside, pulling two seats from a near by table gesturing for me to sit.

He asked me what the setting was, why it was sunset and why was the beauty of it foreshadowed by the oncoming storm that was threatening to take over. He asked why the girl was on the hill, what her body language represented, what emotions were portrayed through her being. I answered his questions, without making it personal because My hands created the piece of art on the spot, without focussing it on myself but he really stimulated my mind intellectually that I felt a kernel of understanding with him on what art should be and represent. Finally he asked if there was anything going wrong in my life and whether that painting was a plea for help but I told him it was not and that if I ever was in trouble, I knew that I could come to him as we found a basis of understanding and that I was happy we had a good art teacher like himself.

So that's what I mean by it was an interesting day, I will def look forward to my art classes more now. Hope you're having a field day with this diary post for whoever reads it in the future. It's definitely enticing.