My art class is trying to become a magnet program. It's already a fairly established class; we dwell eerily in the basement, hunched over elaborate still life drawings and moody self portraits. Our two teachers fancy themselves philosophers, and have been reviewing portfolios for several decades now. In an attempt to streamline the process, they decided this year to host every 8th grade applicant at once. We students came to help.
I can't say highschoolers are the most welcoming option when it comes to helping middleschoolers feel better. We were careful, however, to smile and ask applicants for their names as we hung their work to the wall. My particular roll was to assist in the photographing of each kids' work.
The artwork we received was varied. There were tentative attempts at still life, large collections of cartoon characters, and some impressive paintings. Some kids were nervous, others seemed less nervous.
When the kids weren't having their work photographed or being interviewed, they were on the other side of the classroom drawing a big still life. It was quite an event. The only thing that kept it from dissolving into complete chaos was the "five hours of relaxing jungle music" somebody found on Youtube. As the kids drew, they were soothed into silence by the rain forest sounds.
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