9:30 came and passed, but Mrs. Carter never showed up. Jade made no more attempts at talking to Sawyer, who had been keeping to his notebook. His dark blue eyes stayed concentrated on his writing and nothing more.
I wonder what he's writing about. . .not that it matters. I mean, he's probably writing about everything that's going on. He's probably saying something about me and making some obnoxious remarks about my tattoo or something. Whatever, it's not like I care.
She grabbed her things and began to walk away. Her next class was in about thirty minutes, and now she had to find a way to burn both time and steam. She could not wait to get away from this Sawyer guy. Thankfully they were studying different areas, so they probably wouldn't be seeing anymore of each other, which was perfectly alright with her.
And at least there was one good thing about this first class turning out so badly: the rest of the day was sure to be an improvement. Her next class was 18th and 19th Century Art, something she'd definitely enjoy.
While she still had time remaining, she went to the same convenience store she had visited earlier that morning and bought a few snacks for herself. She then went outside and sat on the nearest bench and got out her sketchbook. As she took a sip of her drink, she began sketching out the magnificent fountain that was before her. Jade did her best to mimic the fountain's intricate structure and the water's waves on paper. Before she knew it, all of the previous stress that she held on her shoulders had been lifted off, and it was nearly time for her next class. She put her sketchbook back into her bag, gave the fountain one last look as she left off for the next class.
The professor's name was Mr. Nash, and thankfully, he had actually shown up for his class. Jade was a bit surprised whenever she found out that he was her teacher. This was mainly due to the fact that he was considerably young, at the most ten years older than Jade herself. And she had to admit that he was considerably attractive for a professor--quite a change from the older people she was accustomed to. He had raven hair that was black as night and skin that was light as day. His eyes, like his hair, were as dark as the midnight sky. Jade felt herself blushing a little bit as she sat down in her seat.
"Hello class," he spoke with a slight Southern drawl, "I am Mr. Nash and I will be your professor for this semester, and we shall be studying art of the 18th and 19th centuries, which will be mostly comprised of realism," he grabbed a marker and began writing realism in large, bold letters on the board, "romanticism, impressionism, and classical." As he announced the categories, and wrote them on the board as well.
"Who in here can give me the definition for realism?" he asked the class.
Jade along with a few others, raised her hand. Mr. Nash scanned the room. "You," he said, pointing to Jade.
"Realism is a type of art in which the artist makes their work identical to how things appear in reality," she answered.
"Correct," Mr. Nash nodded, "Now how about impressionism?" He went on to call other people for the other categories, giving more than one individual a chance to speak. Most of the students were familiar with these artistic terms, which made Mr. Nash's job much easier. After discussing the terms, not much was done in that class besides the necessary duty of going over the rules and giving the students a course outline for the semester. Once that was done, he dismissed them from class early, giving Jade plenty of time do whatever she wanted. She decided to walk over to where Iris and Skye were in case they had been let out of class as well.
They were both in Conceptual Drawing with Mrs. Bennett. Mrs. Bennett was of an old age and a young soul. She loved her job and everything about it. Her procedures were much like that of Ms. Calloway's. There was not much actual learning done in the first day, but instead a chance to make connections with her students. She wanted to put a name to her their faces, and she wanted to get to know them, with hopes that they would get to know her as well. She made an instant connection with Skye, whose untamed essence reminded her much of her own. Mrs. Bennett also took an interest in Iris. Mrs. Bennett had always held a strong curiosity for the introverted, mostly because they were so radically different from herself.
"What's your name dear?" she asked Iris.
"Iris," she said as softly as ever.
"Iris. . .what a beautiful name. The iris is my favorite flower you know. Well, after the bird of paradise of course," Mrs. Bennett smiled and then looked at Skye. "And what's your name?"
"Skye," she said with a smile.
"It's lovely to meet you as well, Skye. Are you two acquainted with each other?"
They both nodded. "We're roommates!" Skye exclaimed.
"What an interesting pair!" Mrs. Bennett let out a loud laugh.
"Oh, you should meet Jade! She's our other roommate," Skye told her.
"You should have her in one of your classes later on if I'm not mistaken," Iris told her.
"I'll be sure to look out for her then," Mrs. Bennett gave a wink and glanced down at her watch. "Well what do you know!" she exclaimed, her voice raising several octaves, "It's about time to dismiss you! I had an excellent time conversing with you both. I'm sure this will be an enjoyable year for all of us." She smiled once more and dismissed the students.
"Wow, she's cool isn't she?" Skye asked Iris as they walked out of the classroom.
Iris nodded in agreement. "Yes, she is!" she gave a small smile. "I'm not sure whose class I'll enjoy more, hers or Ms. Calloway's."
"Hmm, that's a tough one," Skye said as Jade came into view. "There's Jade! I wonder how her day's went."
They both wandered over and sat next to her.
"Hey Jade!" Skye expressed, "How's your day been?"
Jade looked up. "Depends on which part," she said.
Iris tilted her head to the side. "Did something happened?"
Jade groaned and nodded. "Okay, well first of all, I waited for Mrs. Carter all morning and she never showed up. Then, while I and the rest of my class was stranded outside her classroom, I met the most irritating boy."
"Ohh Jade met a boy!" Skye said playfully.
Jade rolled her eyes in response. "No Skye. Not in a million years."
"How was he irritating?" Iris asked her.
"First of all he barely talked to me! All I was trying to do was to make a decent conversation with the guy and all he did was give one-worded answers or just shrug. It was so annoying!" she let out a loud breath.
"But your day got better, right?" Iris asked her in a calm manner, hoping that some of her calmness would rub off on Jade.
"After that yeah. It got a lot better. Mr. Nash, my next teacher, actually showed up for class. I think I'm really going to enjoy it. He's really cool" she said, "How about you two? Has your day been well?"
Skye gave an energetic nod. "Yes! Both of our teachers today have been great! You have Ms. Calloway and Mrs. Bennett later, right?"
"You'll love them! Me and Iris already do!" Skye exclaimed.
Jade stood up and smiled. "I certainly hope so. Now come on, let's go get some lunch. I know you guys are starving."