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I hope drawing class gets more fun. It was so great last time. I had a good rapport with everyone from the first day, including the instructors. This one is smaller, and mostly girls-- no cute guys, buh-hoo, buh-hoo-- and the teacher is quiet and sort of reserved. He took a moment to give us a tip about drawing the human buttocks (each class will consist of us attempting to draw a nude model in a series of poses, standard stuff) and he actually had a little trouble finding the right euphemism to use. So he'd go, "When you're drawing the, uh, the, uh, butt..." or "So remember when attempting the, er, uh, the rear end..." and I was the only one giggling at his clumsiness! So I guess I'm the immature one.

No one talks while we're drawing, which is okay, I guess-- but no one really talks while we're not drawing, either. Last time I got to be sort of class clown, you know, and I love that. There doesn't seem to be any bantering whatsoever now. Just business. Dull business. Draw, draw, draw.

None of which would be so bad except that in a class of 18 people, I'm the 3rd or 4th worst drawer in the class. I was too ashamed to put up a sketch at the end-- no one noticed-- but I took note of ability and noted that only 3 of the posted drawings were inferior when compared to my own abilities. Everyone else is pretty damned good. So, yeah. That sucks for me.

But it was only the second class. Maybe it'll shape up. And maybe I'll actually learn to, you know, draw. If the teacher ever opens his mouth. He didn't have a thing to say to me. I miss Professor Swain. He used to yell at me all the time. That means they think you're talented.

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