It was then that the rest of the students began to file in, she leaned back over to her original position she was in with a small smile on her lips. One after another students took their seats at the easels. "Hey Spence.", a guy said as he plopped down in the chair next to me. Aiden was his name and it seemed that he was in everyone of my classes, I wouldn’t thought he was a stalker but, I realized early on that he and I had one thing in common….We were both gay. You couldn’t tell by looking at him but, he most definitely was. Luck to all the men on campus, he looked like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue, tall, athletic muscular built, sculpted features. He was a good-looking guy. He was cool as hell, we agreed one a lot of things, one being Picasso was so overrated. I mean come on the guy was in love with himself and if you ask me his work wasn’t even that good. So, we became quick friends. "Hey Aid.", I said leaning over giving him a quick hug. I couldn’t swore out of the corner of my eye I was a small frown creep up on her face at this. Hummm, interesting. Another girl sat down beside Aiden, "Ohh girl those shoes are fierce.", he exclaimed. Okay so, maybe now it was obvious the boy was a flamer, I chuckled lightly. Then I saw it a half-smile creep up onto her face. Again…very interesting. The class was completely full and I watched as an older woman entered the room her long salt-n-pepper hair pulled back halfway. She was dressed in tweed colored pants and light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, her clothes splatted with paint in more than a few places. It was her feet that attracted most of my attention, the woman was wearing a pair of old worn-out black chucks. HA..a woman after my own heart, being as it was the only footwear I owned. She pushed her dark-rimmed glasses back on her nose with her index finger. She was attractive for an older lady, probably in her fifties but, her features were kind and beautiful in a way. It was obvious she was probably a knock-out in her younger days. "Good evening class, I would like to welcome your young creative minds to Figure Drawing. I am Glenda Johnson. I hope to inspire you to see the beauty and complexity that can only be found in the grace of the human form.", she said passionately talking animated with her hands. A few guys chuckled loudly, she looked over at them, "Those of you who are her to oogle the models, you are wasting your time. Only respectful serious artist are welcome in my class so if you boys cant be serious then leaving now would be in your best interest. And, yes I mean you two over there.", she said directly addressing the guys that had just laughed. They looked at each other nervously, the picked up their bags and almost pushed each other over trying to run out the door. The teacher smiled, "Happens every year..", she chuckled, "Well, now that unpleasantries are over. I am so happy to have all you here and I am excited to welcome you. I love what I do and hope you will enjoy being in this class as much I as enjoy teaching it.", she smiled widely, her grey eyes sparkling a little. I think I love this class already, I love how passionate the professors are at this school. "Well, I think I’ll just throw you into the deep end today, see what you are made of.", she smiled again. However, some of the students shifted in their seats nervously, not knowing what to expect. I didn’t I love this, I love being challenged artistically. I smiled widely at the older woman in front of me. "Today we will start things off right with rough sketching from a model. Take her time and have fun with it. You wont be graded on it or anything and after today you can toss them if they do not please you.", she smiled bringing her hands together. I began to bring out my large sketchpad and put it on the easel in front of me. Looking down I began to rumage through my supplies box looking for a pencil.