Snippet #1761524

As soon as the lesson with the Year 7 finished, Farrin found herself in her empty classroom. It was a large room, cluttered with strange masks, fabric, paints and other items among the desks and stools. It was a very colourful place, with the previous years' works on the walls and hanging from the ceiling. It truly felt like an art classroom - an organised mess, as Farrin liked to call it.
She was sat behind her desk, the work done by the Year 7 students stacked up in front of her. She was contemplating whether to go to the staff room for a break immediately, or to look through the work first. A good teacher would do the latter, but a tired teacher would do the first. As she considered herself both, she did not know what to do.
After much thought, she has decided to look through the work quickly before running to the staff room - as she ran out of coffee, again. Plus, the internet on her school laptop worked there better and she needed her daily dose of Tetris.
The first few works did not leave an impression on Farrin. They were either absolute disasters; less than half-finished works or simply very unimaginative works. So far, she wasn't impressed by the people in that class.
Then she saw it.
It was a piece of A3 paper, gridded out into tiny squares. A quick sketch of Narcissus was under the grid. The boxes created by the grid were outlined in seven different colours - each shape created was four boxed big. Farrin immediately recognised the boxes to be Tetriminos. 'No way...' She thought. The kid was creating a Tetris version of the paining? She looked at the way the Tetriminos were placed. He was. Quickly, she checked the name on the other side of the paper - Marcus. The kid with the afro.
"If he doesn't pick art for Year 10 and 11, I will kick his ass into next century." She promised to herself as she walked towards the staff room.