The Exciting Life of an Art Student

There once was a young art student, living in the wrong place at the right time. He lived shamefully with his parents at the age of twenty-five. He wasn't ashamed of his parents, but he was just ashamed that he was in his mid-twenties and he was living with his loving Mom. This young man had nothing, but a handful of friends, and a few material goods for his art. Other than that this person was poor, had no girlfriend, a nonexistent social life, and this nagging feeling that he did not belong where he was.

He was in a mid-midlife crisis, so to say. On top of that, he was in the midst of a hard quarter. There was one class especially that was giving him a hard time, and that was sculpting for animators. This young man has never had a knack for the Human figure, or sculpting. This class he had was very small, only ten students in the entire class. This artist sat in the back right corner of this class for he didn't have many friends at the school. He actually kept to himself most of the time. Living a world where he knew that he didn't belong where he was at, but had no control at the moment.

Everyone choose a partner. It was everyone that was paired together; by the way, they sat, except for the young artist that was sitting in the back right corner, by himself. He ended up being matched up, with this girl. She was black and had the most beautiful green eyes, with a mix of Indian in her. She was a very cute girl, but young, they find out after they choose a partner that they had to sculpt a life like half model scale of their head. Talk about being self-conscious in that class. They had to deconstruct each other’s face and mold it with clay.

As the quarter rolls on, one becomes very used with walking around with someone else’s head. A ten pound, half scale model, of someone else’s head. Some put a plastic bag over the head, if they were not confident with their art. He did at first, because he had a rough start, but after a few weeks of work, he became proud of what he achieved. A tricky part of the class was that one had to find a way to transport their sculpture in one piece. Well, the young man put the head in the front seat, and threw some books on the wooden platform so it wouldn’t fall back.
Near the end of the quarter with many, many hours put into this sculpture, the young man was approaching the final crucial weeks of the quarter. On the way to his class, with the head, bag less in the front seat. He swung by a gas station to pick up a soda. It was a very hot day, that day. He ran inside the store, almost late for class, with the windows left down. He ran inside and as usual, he was stuck behind the man that buys twenty dollars of twenty different lottery tickets. The young artist waited patiently standing on his back left foot, taping with his right foot.

Finally, he got his drink, and left the store and got back in his car. As soon as he starts backing out a big bee flies into his car. He didn’t panic; he just drove to the other end of the parking lot, where there were no other cars, and parked his car. He got out of his car and ran around the other side to open his front passenger door. The bee was just buzzing around the passenger side floorboard, where he had numerous amounts of empty energy drink cans, and bottles.
He pulled out his book, which was sitting on the floorboard of his car. In hopes, the bee would just fly out. However, the bee just loved those cans in his car. The artist found an empty Armor-All bottle in his car; he quickly picked it up, and held it upside down like a baseball bat. By this time the young artist is standing in the middle of the parking lot with a bottle in one hand, hunched over this sculpture in his car where everyone can see him, he had all his books and bookbag just lying around the parking lot like it was his bedroom.
He attempted to swing, and then he realized that his precious sculpture was in the crossfire. He just lost all of his patience with this stupid bee and started yelling at it.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR!”

As soon as he said that, the bee flies out. The young man stands up straight with a sigh of relief. He puts everything back in his car, and shuts the door. As he turns around, there is this old man walking towards his truck, just starring at him. The young man was so caught up with the bee that he forgot that he was out in public and how odd he must have looked just then. The young man, with a nervous smile tries to explain to the man the there was a bee in his car. The old man just stares at the young man as if he was painted green with yellow polka dots. The old man gets in his truck keeping his eye on him the entire time. The young man just shrugs and gets back into his car not realizing what the old man just saw. As he pulls out of the parking lot, the young artist just busted out into an uncontrollable laughter.

The exciting life of an art student, and the things he goes through for his artwork.