First Day of School (open)
Jun 27, 2010 20:49:30 GMT -5
Post by Addie LeMere on Jun 27, 2010 20:49:30 GMT -5
It was her first day of school. Again. Of course her first-first day of school was close to fifty years go, but her first day of teaching was close to thirty. This was more daunting than any one could have known. It had been over a year since she had taught. She was both excited and scared as she went to Hammel that day. She was shown to her studio classroom and she nodded her thanks to the student as she slowly swung the door open. She sucked in a breath, it was like Christmas morning, and she got the gift of her dreams.
A smile crept upon her face and she walked around the room slowly. There were some drafting tables arranged in a circle around another, regular table. It would be excellent for still life drawings, she noted in her mind. She was coming alive again, this had been the best she felt in two years. Addie started to immediately make plans, she had a cork board, a marker board, a desk, a few cabinets for supplies, wide drawers for papers... Of course there must be another room with easels and drawing horses, or she would ask. She giggled to herself a bit as she looked all around the room. Oh- to teach again!
Sophie was right, maybe what she needed was to get out of that house and out of her home studio. Adalaide touched one of the desks fondly, looking down at the clean surface. No carving, no sticky residue. These children must be better behaved than hungover college students, right? Either way, it didn't matter. For five whole minutes her mind was off her troubles and that disturbing phone call from her ex that morning. She shook her head lightly as the smile melted from her face at the very thought... Think of something else, think of something else... Her eyes darted to the metal filing cabinet with the lock. It would be in the top drawer of the desk. She could move in stuff, excellent.
Unaware of any other presence, she used her mind to open the top drawer of the desk and concentrated on the small silver key. It lifted and floated gently to her outstretched hand. She felt the key between her finger tips and closed her eyes. Adalaide took in a deep breath through her nose, she could just smell the graphite and charcoal. Yes, she was already starting to heal, and like any wound, she itched, but this was a good itch. This was the first day of school.
A smile crept upon her face and she walked around the room slowly. There were some drafting tables arranged in a circle around another, regular table. It would be excellent for still life drawings, she noted in her mind. She was coming alive again, this had been the best she felt in two years. Addie started to immediately make plans, she had a cork board, a marker board, a desk, a few cabinets for supplies, wide drawers for papers... Of course there must be another room with easels and drawing horses, or she would ask. She giggled to herself a bit as she looked all around the room. Oh- to teach again!
Sophie was right, maybe what she needed was to get out of that house and out of her home studio. Adalaide touched one of the desks fondly, looking down at the clean surface. No carving, no sticky residue. These children must be better behaved than hungover college students, right? Either way, it didn't matter. For five whole minutes her mind was off her troubles and that disturbing phone call from her ex that morning. She shook her head lightly as the smile melted from her face at the very thought... Think of something else, think of something else... Her eyes darted to the metal filing cabinet with the lock. It would be in the top drawer of the desk. She could move in stuff, excellent.
Unaware of any other presence, she used her mind to open the top drawer of the desk and concentrated on the small silver key. It lifted and floated gently to her outstretched hand. She felt the key between her finger tips and closed her eyes. Adalaide took in a deep breath through her nose, she could just smell the graphite and charcoal. Yes, she was already starting to heal, and like any wound, she itched, but this was a good itch. This was the first day of school.
