"I walked straight to art" NYU

Once I got accepted into
NYU
, I no longer cared about which classes I took. Or actually I did care, but in a different way. Now that I was accepted, I no longer needed to take specific classes to impress universities. I could take whatever I wanted for my final semester. I ended up taking a lot of art.

Our school only had two art teachers. Their classrooms were in this unique shared space. No other classrooms were designed this way. There were two separate rooms that shared a single entry door from the hallway. These two rooms were joined together by a small corridor that featured a tiny computer lab in the middle. To get to Ms. Jasper's room you needed to first enter through the door that led into Mrs. Barlow's, walk across the edge of her room, and then take that corridor over to Ms. Jasper's, which is where I had all three of my art classes that semester.

This joined art space was at the furthest corner away from the seniors' hallway. My walk to the opposite end of the school turned out to be my favorite. They gave us six minutes in between classes. Even this walk... which was probably the longest one you could have in our school, only took about 50 seconds if you walked brisk and took a direct route. However, kids didn't like going straight to class. They talked in the halls until the last moment and then they would run over as the bell was ringing. I was no different. I'd spend my breaks in circles gossiping until the bell came and then I dashed to class.

My walk to this opposite end of the school, to my art classes were my favorite because I stopped doing this for the first time. Stopped trying to socialize in between classes and became comfortable just walking over taking calm steps, unadulterated by thinking about clever things to say or having to listen to the nervous ramblings of other people. Just a peaceful walk amidst the storm of thick drama and chatter. 
i like how you pinpointed that small thing of it, the in between bell activities, and brought it into the story. those small thing fill in so much more in stories than any big plot point can
2021-07-27 12:42:06
Such inbetweens are what I love most about stories. The story has to be good overall, but I usually remember the inbetweens more than the actual 'story'.

When I write, I still struggle to write in a way where I don't get lost in the sauce of in-betweens. After working on a story for awhile creating these inbetweens it's only a matter of time before I realize that I have no story.
2021-07-29 15:07:58

Jeannie Hammond