Class energy ranged from peace to bedlam; at times, I simply watched, others I heard voices erupt in song or friendly teasing. More profiles of heads and feet/soles were emerged...shoes pulled off, put on watercolor paper atop the long rectangular desks, and traced.
Some carefully blew ink across paper while others dumped large bottles of tempera onto paper... or into a plastic shallow bowl, where students armed with rollers 'inked' them up and rolled and rolled and rolled upon their compositions...Brushes, plastic cups filled the sink, and muddy water spilled onto the floor...
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