Post by Xyla on Oct 2, 2008 0:19:37 GMT -5
Xyla sat at her desk, drumming her fingers. She was seemingly unaware of the excited buzz of the keen students around her; her cynical eyes concentrated only on the poster on the far wall.
It said, ¡§Welcome to FUN-damentals of Art!¡¨
This was distressing. It's never a good sign when teachers started calling their subject fun. It often meant your teacher was actually enthusiastic.
Scruffy beard, check. Apron, check. Impractical floofy hat, check. Somehow, Master Professio managed to be exactly the way Xyla imagined him to be.
The teacher beamed at his new fall-semester class.
"Good morning, ardent followers of artistic pursuits! Welcome to the FUN-damentals of Art!¡¨ Master Professio pointed at the poster in a theatrical pose.
"Oh, no...¡¨ Xyla buried her head in embarrassment for the teacher.
¡§Ha. Ha,¡¨ a student in the front row said dutifully.
¡§First of all, I think I should ask a question everyone knows every art teacher asks, despite the fact that none of the students ever get it right. There's just something about watching the students squirm, you know.¡¨
The front row student raised his hand. ¡§Why do none of the students ever get it right?¡¨
Master Professio stroked his goatee gloatingly.¡§Well, that's because there is never one right answer.¡¨
In the distance, firm believers in the Principles of There-Is-Only-One-Truth and One-Truth-Prevails suddenly felt a strange urge to break some paintbrushes.
¡§My good students, what is the definition of art?¡¨
The front row student's hand shot up. There was no doubt Master Professio saw his hand, but the teacher's eyes scanned the room for an uncomfortable looking student to pick on.
Ah, Xyla thought to herself. That kind of teacher, eh, instead of calling on volunteers, he picks on poor random stragglers who don't look like they belong in the clas-
¡§You in the obnoxiously legendary hair! What do you say?¡¨
¡§Er, er....¡¨ Xyla racked her brain desperately for an answer. ¡§Art is... er... art is... um... well, like... it's.. physically expressing yourself.. in a... beautiful way?¡¨
¡§Are you saying that you think Pikasso's paintings are beautiful?¡¨
Xyla thought about it. ¡§Um, no, not really,¡¨ she admitted.
¡§And yet he's a great artist. Why?¡¨
¡§Er, er,... Because before he drew cubemen... he painted... um.. beautiful realism? Because he could draw like Rapheale when he was 12?¡¨
¡§Wrong! His art was meaningful! Expressive! Such is abstract to the younger, more innovating generations. Art has meaning. Anything that is meaningful to someone is an art form!¡¨
There was a brief silence after Master Professio's emotional speech. But Xyla was feeling a bit rebellious..
"But based on what you're saying, sir, crap could be a form of art, sir. To the right people. No offense,¡¨ Xyla winced when she heard what her mouth just said. She couldn't stop the words from coming out. OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP SCREWED SCREWED...
Master Professio narrowed his eyes. ¡§You don't belong here, missie.¡¨
Xyla coughed. Might as well wing it. ¡§Well, that is, sir, I wanted to take Crafting Class, but I heard you cancelled it because I was like the only person in the whole FRP universe who even knows what a chisel is and the class really only existed for me, but since I was busy being legendary and doing some underage drinking in bars and seriously messing up some people's lives you got tired of waiting and cancelled the class, even turning the classroom into a janitor's closet, bu-¡¨
"Actually, I was just thinking that you belonged in a higher art class,¡¨ said Master Professio, not forgetting to raise an eyebrow as he did. ¡§Abstract Art BQ*, perhaps.¡¨
¡§...What?¡¨
¡§You have inside you, I think, the true spirit of an artist!¡¨
¡§...What?¡¨ For saying crap was a form of art?
¡§Let us give Xyla a round of applause.¡¨
Crap was an art form?
There were some scattered claps.
¡§WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??¡¨
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I don't know if I'll roleplay another short section in this thread to continue my artistic adventures or not. 8O It depends on my workload, but I have like 3 tests 1 oral 2 quizzes this week so... MAYBE? We'll see, I left room for either way. 8O
This... WAS REALLY FORCED AND I DIDN'T PUT IN WHAT I WANTED TO PUT IN BUT THAT'S FINE, FINE... AHORA YO NECESITO ESTUDIAR PARA EL ORAL...
It said, ¡§Welcome to FUN-damentals of Art!¡¨
This was distressing. It's never a good sign when teachers started calling their subject fun. It often meant your teacher was actually enthusiastic.
FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN
Scruffy beard, check. Apron, check. Impractical floofy hat, check. Somehow, Master Professio managed to be exactly the way Xyla imagined him to be.
The teacher beamed at his new fall-semester class.
"Good morning, ardent followers of artistic pursuits! Welcome to the FUN-damentals of Art!¡¨ Master Professio pointed at the poster in a theatrical pose.
"Oh, no...¡¨ Xyla buried her head in embarrassment for the teacher.
¡§Ha. Ha,¡¨ a student in the front row said dutifully.
¡§First of all, I think I should ask a question everyone knows every art teacher asks, despite the fact that none of the students ever get it right. There's just something about watching the students squirm, you know.¡¨
The front row student raised his hand. ¡§Why do none of the students ever get it right?¡¨
Master Professio stroked his goatee gloatingly.¡§Well, that's because there is never one right answer.¡¨
In the distance, firm believers in the Principles of There-Is-Only-One-Truth and One-Truth-Prevails suddenly felt a strange urge to break some paintbrushes.
¡§My good students, what is the definition of art?¡¨
The front row student's hand shot up. There was no doubt Master Professio saw his hand, but the teacher's eyes scanned the room for an uncomfortable looking student to pick on.
Ah, Xyla thought to herself. That kind of teacher, eh, instead of calling on volunteers, he picks on poor random stragglers who don't look like they belong in the clas-
¡§You in the obnoxiously legendary hair! What do you say?¡¨
¡§Er, er....¡¨ Xyla racked her brain desperately for an answer. ¡§Art is... er... art is... um... well, like... it's.. physically expressing yourself.. in a... beautiful way?¡¨
¡§Are you saying that you think Pikasso's paintings are beautiful?¡¨
Xyla thought about it. ¡§Um, no, not really,¡¨ she admitted.
¡§And yet he's a great artist. Why?¡¨
¡§Er, er,... Because before he drew cubemen... he painted... um.. beautiful realism? Because he could draw like Rapheale when he was 12?¡¨
¡§Wrong! His art was meaningful! Expressive! Such is abstract to the younger, more innovating generations. Art has meaning. Anything that is meaningful to someone is an art form!¡¨
There was a brief silence after Master Professio's emotional speech. But Xyla was feeling a bit rebellious..
"But based on what you're saying, sir, crap could be a form of art, sir. To the right people. No offense,¡¨ Xyla winced when she heard what her mouth just said. She couldn't stop the words from coming out. OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP SCREWED SCREWED...
Master Professio narrowed his eyes. ¡§You don't belong here, missie.¡¨
Xyla coughed. Might as well wing it. ¡§Well, that is, sir, I wanted to take Crafting Class, but I heard you cancelled it because I was like the only person in the whole FRP universe who even knows what a chisel is and the class really only existed for me, but since I was busy being legendary and doing some underage drinking in bars and seriously messing up some people's lives you got tired of waiting and cancelled the class, even turning the classroom into a janitor's closet, bu-¡¨
"Actually, I was just thinking that you belonged in a higher art class,¡¨ said Master Professio, not forgetting to raise an eyebrow as he did. ¡§Abstract Art BQ*, perhaps.¡¨
¡§...What?¡¨
¡§You have inside you, I think, the true spirit of an artist!¡¨
¡§...What?¡¨ For saying crap was a form of art?
¡§Let us give Xyla a round of applause.¡¨
Crap was an art form?
There were some scattered claps.
¡§WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??¡¨
--------
I don't know if I'll roleplay another short section in this thread to continue my artistic adventures or not. 8O It depends on my workload, but I have like 3 tests 1 oral 2 quizzes this week so... MAYBE? We'll see, I left room for either way. 8O
This... WAS REALLY FORCED AND I DIDN'T PUT IN WHAT I WANTED TO PUT IN BUT THAT'S FINE, FINE... AHORA YO NECESITO ESTUDIAR PARA EL ORAL...