“Well that leaves me; I’m Mr. Grier, your Humanities art teacher for this semester. I’m hoping we will progress right along this quarter so that when we do the artist labs that we plan to help you understand the human figure better from an art perspective.”
The man who stood maybe 5’9 had a full head of dark curly hair and five o’ clock shadow that made her think of Weird Al due to the 70’s style jacket he wore with the patched elbows.
She could tell he didn’t get out much. He was probably too involved with creating some masterpiece outside of class to know what was going on in today’s world.
Someone brought Cady a towel from the adjoining supply closet as she was dripping wet.
“Oh, thank you.” She mouthed trying to not disrupt the class further. She dried her hair and dabbed at her chest and skirt.
“Miss Miller, I think you’d be much more comfortable drying off in the women’s bathroom at the end of the hall.”
“Oh no thanks, I’m good sir. I’ll just take a seat.” Cady said moving up the side of the lecture hall carpeted steps to a chair in the middle aisles near the steps.
“Ma’am, why don’t you at the very least have a seat down here? This way the janitor can mop up the excess water that you are so generously watering the carpet will be easier.”
“Oh no really, I’m fine right here.” Cady said as she realized she was continuing to make a spectacle of herself.
At the rate she was going, Cady just didn’t care. She peeled off the small black vest and draped it over another chair to let it dry. Her white blouse clung to her chest and the cold air made her nipples harden beneath the damp cloth.
“Here is a seat for you right in front, Miss Miller. I insist.” Mr. Drake said as he patted the back for the chair as if it were something more. She resented Mr. Drake for that comment.
His treating her like a willful child rather than an adult was degrading. Cady walked down the few aisles to the front of class with resignation in her body posture.
“Now that introductions are over are there any questions?” Mr. Grier asked.
Cady held up her hand eagerly as she waited to be called upon. Mr. Drake looked at every other student but Cady. Satisfied he had made her wait more than she was comfortable with by the way she was fidgeting in her desk.
“Yes, Miss Miller. What is your question?” Mr. Drake asked.
“Are we allowed extra credit and are we going to have live models in here to draw from like I see on the movies?”
“No extra credit will be given in here if you can’t draw on your own merit alone; this is the wrong class for you.” Mr. Grier spoke up.
“Oh… I was just curious because I wanted to be a model just once for the class.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Miller, but I highly doubt you would pass inspection for the coveted spot of being a live nude model.
Now because of the intricacies of the human body I figured we would start the year off with the human muscular system as the model that will be posing for us this week is Mr. Nelson.
“Cady.” She corrected me. “I’m sorry, what?
“Cady, my name is Cady.”
“If you insist, Cady, if you want to gain the right to sit where you choose and to gain the privileges as the rest of the class I suggest you answer the questions on the board for us.” Mr. Drake said clearly irritated.