Painting Pretty Things (Ceramics Lesson Two)

[Imogen Mackenzie]

Even if Dallas was going to be a total stick in the mud there were other familiar faces that walked in. She wiggled her already paint covered fingers at Mallory and Bristol, Artistically Mack wasn't feeling to focused or ambitious today; she had all this energy just coursing through her veins. She didn't really want to be inside - and she really didn't want to listen to Dallas growl and whine about being in Ceramics. More and more lately...but still only sometimes she really wanted to hit the other girl upside the head and tell her to quit being such a whiny brat. Then she remembered that Dallas hadn't gotten to choose SGA, or being away from her dad - even if he was some what neglectful. Dallas was like a caged animal an still adjusting to the ever inexplicably changing environment around her.

When Birdie finally made it to their table Mack looked between her roommate, her professor, and her pot. She tried to stifle a giggle as she wiggled her eyebrows at Professor Burke. The thing about the booty dance was that it was both hysterical and helpful. It mortified Dallas but she also found it impossible not to laugh. "Somebody gimme a beat, YO!" Mack was an evil little munchkin but she was a hilarious evil little munchkin. Hopping down from her stool she laughed out loud as who ever was closest to the iTunes put on White & Nerdy. "Y'all are just haters, that's thats what you are mmkay," she gave her ponytail a sassy flip and then busted out with her best Stanky Leg (which was actually pretty accurate but nonetheless lilarious).

She made sure her butt made several contact moments before she cabbage patched away from Dallas and tried to get Darcy then Professor Burke to dance with her. Acting an ass like this was the best part of Ceramics. Burke was so laid back - the most she cared about was that you finished your projects on time and had fun doing them. Going back over toward Darcy she grabbed the other girl's arm, "Come on, I have seen you whip yer hair back and forth, I know you can bust it out," she would goad someone into getting up with her and dancing. Though, while she was indeed whipping her hair back and forth, she also threw in several pirouettes for good measure - though she had moved to the center of the room to avoid breaking anything important. That was the last thing any of them needed. Talk about a mood killer!

[Jared Garretty]

Academics were never really Jared’s strong points in life, although he had hoped that taking Ceramics would be a lot better than any other class. He was sort of hoping for an easy A, but so far he had only found out that he should stick to athletics. Taking his sad looking pot off the shelf he brought it back to his seat next to Mallory and Bristol. At least there were cool people in this class, and Professor Burke didn’t have a problem with talking.

He grabbed a couple of paint brushes off the counter, as well as a couple different paint colors. He wasn’t really sure what exactly he wanted to paint onto his…flower pot? It was supposed to be some sort of pitcher or something like that, but looking at it now it kind of resembled a slightly deformed flower pot. Sitting back down on his stool, he stared at his pot trying to decide what the theme would be. Most of the flower pots that his mom had had a flower scheme painted onto him, an idea that Jared thought was a little too girly and cliché. He stared his pot down for a couple minutes before deciding on some sort of frog theme; Lucy loved frogs, and he knew his little sister wouldn’t make fun of the sad looking creation. Giving it to her would probably be the best thing to do because at least then he wouldn’t be constantly reminded of how much he sucked at sculpting.

Dipping his paint brush in some green paint he started forming the outlet of a frog. It didn’t look half bad, but Jared knew that he wouldn’t be winning any art contests with it. “What do you think, Mal?” he asked, as he turned the pot in her direction and started a new one on the other side. “Think Lucy will like it?” he added with a chuckle.

He looked up as he heard the music change, and set his paintbrush down as he saw Mack dancing across the room. He let out a laugh as she tried to get some other people to join in with her. Yeah, this was definitely a pretty awesome class, regardless of whether he could sculpt or not.