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Joined: Dec 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 6 Karma: 0 |  | Back of the class « Thread Started on Dec 9, 2008, 10:22pm » | |
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... the clocks hands moved excruciatingly slow in one of those required classes every college student has to tak regardless of major. Mathematics, and englsih utterly bored her and Dylan couldn't see the point in learning more than she already had when she was going for an Art major. Actually she couldn't really see the point in academics that stiffled creativity putting constrictive perimeters on what is and is not possible.
A very used sketchbook lay open infront of her and her hand was moving as if taking notes on the lecture going on infront of her. Though the elegant curvatures and crisp lines were shaping up to be anything but. Rounded chubby cheeks with immature spray of hair, and a toothy smile too big for something so small. Her daughter, the family called her Jade but in Dylan's eyes she would always be Torilynn.
The instructor caught her day dreaming eyes with a slight disapproving look. Sheepishly she looked back giving a slight smile. 'Busted' but college wasn't like highschool. And she wasn't passing a note in class, she was merely thinking about something other than the expected cirriculum. As if anyone was all school all the time. It would be boring... wheres the sponaninity in that?
She glanced around looking for anything to spark her muse. She had plenty of pictures of Tori, it was time to move on. The tip of her pink tongue peeked up over her top lip. It was a concentration habbit that she never really realized she was doing.
"Ah hah" She mumbled when she finally saw a prospect worth drawing before starting to work.
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