Snippet #1758392

Farrin felt like banging her head on a hard, concrete surface. She also wanted a Caramel Frappuccino but that was a completely different story.
The reason why she felt like banging her head on a hard, concrete surface was sat right before her. Thirty eleven year olds, her Year 7 art class. Most, if not all, of them didn't even know how to hold a pencil properly, much less create art. It irritated her so much to have students who cannot create art, and have no interest in it what-so-ever.
Farrin sometimes wondered just why did she become a teacher. She hated teaching children who had no sort of interest in the best subject on Earth (as she called Art). She sighed and let her face hit against her desk. "Oww." She groaned. This definitely was not a good idea. Starting a lesson, on the other hand, was.
'But I don't wanna~' She whined in her head. Year 7 were troublesome and wild. They reminded her of a less-cool version of the First Years from St Trinian's. Farrin liked St Trinian's movie, and she liked the First Years in it. She didn't like the Year 7 she has to teach.
Groaning, she stood up. "Right, brats." A few 'hey's came from the crowd of eleven year olds. "Oh shut up, you. Welcome to Art, I am your teacher. My name is Miss Farrin Frost. You can call me Miss Frost. I guess you can also call me Farrin if you want a detention." She continued.
She moved to stand in front of the interactive whiteboard, her heels clicking as she walked. "Majority of you will absolutely despise this lesson by the end of this week. Why? Because you have no talent or interest in art at all. How do I know that? Easy," Farrin paused for effect. "You're a group of kids who don't really care about school. A group of brats who will more likely get a job straight after you leave school rather than go to college and actually achieve something in life."
She stopped as a cry of disagreement was let out by the class. She waited patiently, knowing that they would shut up soon. "However, I have an obligation to teach you none-the-less. You don't have to like it. I don't have to like it. We just have to do it.
"You are here to learn about the subtle magic behind art and the age-old secrets of artists. There will be little mathematics or other more academic subjects here, many of you with the more logical minds will hardly find this fascinating. I don't expect that you will really understand the beauty of Michelangelo's Statue of David, the delicate smell of new canvas or the pages of an artist's sketchbook, each filled to the brim with the artist's ideas, their personality, soul...I can teach you how to access your inner creativity, how to pour your ideas into a painting or a sculpture. I can guide you to become the artist that you could be - That is if you're not like the bunch of uncreative fools that I usually have to teach."
Farrin let her speech sink in with the class, wondering if any of them got the subtle reference. The children mostly sat quietly, a few saying something to their friend in a hushed voice. "Now, we shall start the disaster that will be this lesson. And since I have no idea at what levels you guys are at art, I'm going to throw something super hard at you and see how you do with it. The best one is going to get a chocolate bar from me next lesson, so do your best."
The kids cheered up at the idea of a prize. Farrin took the remote and turned the interactive whiteboard on. Narcissus by Leonardo Da Vinci went up on the screen.
"How are we supposed to copy that?!" Exclaimed one of the children.
"I never told you to copy it, brat. All I'm telling you to do is to do your best at creating your own interpretation of this." Farrin replied. "This picture is called Narcissus and it was created by Leonardo Da Vinci in 1495. It is one of my favourite pieces of art, so don't fail too badly on it. Anything you might want or need to create it with is on the desk beside that kid with the afro - Marcus, is it? Never mind, you have paints, crayons, pencils, charcoal - use whatever you want as long as I get your work back at the end of the lesson. If you need any help, ask me, but I won't draw anything for you. All I'm going to do is help you with the techniques, etc. Good luck, and I'll be back in ten minutes, just gonna grab a coffee from the staff room. Don't kill anyone - Mrs Winstead is next door and will be keeping an eye on you."