Strike a Pose
@mcnystorcies
He’d had the idea to help break the new students into the course, as well as potentially generate some idea sharing and friendships; since this class seemed so intent on isolating itself. Not that he minded the silence among the students, but when he asked questions, he practically had to yank teeth to get an answer.
Not that they didn’t want to answer, no, they just seemed shy; shy of saying the wrong answer, shy of speaking and dragging all spot light on them, shy of looking like a fool for fear that image will forever be saved in the scrap book of history.
“Ok class, today I have a fun exercise. You’ll each get with a partner, and we’ll be taking photos of each other. So one person will be behind the camera, and the other will be the subject.” He smiled, leaning against his desk. “I don’t want to see just plain flat images; no mug shots or police line ups, I want to see the photographer posing their subject.”
Pulling off the counter he grabbed a clipboard, listening to the students grumbled, one hand going up as he immediately shot her down. “No Kelly, you can’t go to the nurse, you were fine enough to do dramatics in the hall, you’re fine enough to take some pictures” he put the clipboard on the front desk.
“As there’s an odd number of students, whoever is left, gets me as a partner. Anyone who doesn’t own a camera can sign one out, grab one from the cabinet in the back, sign your name up here and we’ll take this somewhere with better lighting and a little more interactive.” He clapped his hands, bouncing a little with great energy, part of him wanting to laugh at how devestated a couple students looked.
Poor things. This wasn’t a ride by class. He looked at one of his more promising students, Bethany and winked.