An Unfortunate Event Resolved by an Eloquent Speech
Dear Audience, in the process if reading the following story, it might be unbelievable that such a laughable person and such a strange event exists, but in the peculiar life, the unexpected becomes the expected. It is a true story.
As human beings, we all adore what is pleasant to our eyes. I decided to attend an art class in the name of my human nature, the love for art. To implement my motto, which applies to all aspects of skills, "practice makes perfect," I attended an art class.
It was in a large and open room. I sat in the corner to capture a strategic spot for scouting. On the walls, a few drawings by the students and teachers hanged. By the walls, a few plaster statues stood. In the room, drawing boards on tripods scattered across the room. On the floor, stained by paint and led, several pencils were left, sitting quietly. There is no other sound in the room besides pencils rhythmically sketching on papers, and paint brushes occasionally stirring in water buckets.It was an ordinary scenery until I observed something noteworthy.
In the center of the room, a girl in a white T-shirt stood softly on a stood, before a plaster bust statue of Venus, examining the statue meticulously. When mused in the process of observation, she unintentionally arched her lips, and unintentionally bitten her lower lip. To sketch the statue, her slim arm drove her exquisite hand up and down, and her slender fingers held a pencil, a instrument for the goddess in front of me, as though she became the successor of Venus, the goddess of beauty. At the very moment, she emitted a more charming light that dimmed the statue of Venus. As a matter of fact, observation is the vital skill of art. Her scrupulous examination made one perfect example, nay, two examples, her observing the statue of Venus, and me studying a much more enchanting sight. Oh, young students of art, keep on observing, keep on practicing. It will cost a lifetime to keep practicing for the love of art, for the dedication to the art. I was musing, carefully examining the anatomy of a human sitting and drawing. Suddenly, an intruding buffoon broke into my imagining frame, mumbling with an illogical combination of words, broke the quiet and artistic atmosphere. It seemed like the saliva was dripping from his chin because he couldn't control his tongue. Then, the irritating man put his blasphemous hand on the girl's shoulder. She turned towards him and looked at him, not irritated at all; she smiled. Sweet smile, it was the type of smile that could only be made by one certain type of person, a woman in love. In other words, she and the buffoon are "lovers".In great envy, I sat in the corner with a bitter rivalry was forming between me and "the buffoon.""Back to the pit, fiend," I whispered.Suddenly, he stepped into my corner, and said, "Hey, do you want to go to Starbucks? It's lunch break.""Sure," nevertheless, I accepted his proposal not for I forgot the rivalry all of a sudden, but for this would be a chance to have a further observation of anatomy of the girl in other postures, more adorable postures, "I will get a drink," I kept on scouting the room, and studying its details."I'm Jacob," he introduced himself.I turned my head towards him, examined for a second and said, "Call me Frank."We walked out of the classroom and headed towards Starbucks, the weather was hot, until we entered the Starbucks.There, he purchased a green drink, which I couldn't name because I seldom visit Starbucks. Although the drink suppose to be edible, it possessed a peculiar color of green, which made the drink seemed like an alchemy potion. Furthermore, I was astonished by the price of the drink, which was not meant to be afforded by commonplace poor students. Astonished, I stared at the transparent cup, and the marvelous drink within it.
He observed the curiosity expressed on my face. Subsequently, he approached and said, “Hey, would you like to take a sip?”
“No,” I paused, for a bit and, as politeness dictates, said, “I’m good, thank you though.”
“It seemed like you were pretty curious,” he endeavored to persuade me.
“Nah, I don’t know. You know...the drink is too expensive. I don’t wanna waste your money. It’s like two sips will cost you almost a buck.”
“Are you avoiding me? I mean... I don’t really mind,” he tried to eliminate my apprehension. In addition, he implied that if I refuse to drink, I will be set in a position of being disrespectful.
Therefore, I had no choice but to accept his proposition, “Sure, man. I will take a sip.”
Frankly, the drink was terrific. The generosity of his act, and the kindness of not minding me to drink his lavish potion impressed me, a lonely person who has never received such a warm offering. It wasn’t only the drink, but his amicable nature towards me. I came to the realization that he wasn’t a buffoon, he just did not talk as clear; it was just his voice. Notwithstanding the misunderstanding, the my rivalry of him dissolved. In the imaginary arena, two bitter rivals, or at least one is bitter, shaken their hands.
Consequently, in the following days, without trying to jeopardize the relationship between the girl and Jacob, I decided to continue the observation in the sake of art in a peaceful demeanor. In the sake of continuing the study stimulated by the book, The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.
Several days passed, on one casual lunch break, I sat in the corner as usual since I was still more or less of a lonely person. I held the book in front of me as cover-up, a disguise. Quietly, in a hidden spot, with camouflage done with a book, I examined the girl, as though I was an elusive and precise Finnish sniper during WWII.
In the imaginary sighting-telescope between the two covers of the book, I spotted the girl. There was red nail-polish on her toes, which were attached to her delicate white feet, as if a few soldiers from the red army was spotted by a Finnish sniper. As an artist and a marks man, which are both occupations requiring the ability of conducting thorough examinations, I fixed my sight on the fine organ of her.
Suddenly, when I was hiding behind the book, Jacob intruded out of the blue, (which was much more efficient than the red army invading Finland during WWII), and gave me a surprising “attack.”
“Hey Frank. Why are you reading the book upside down?” he inquired me.
“Well,” it was too unexpected for me to make a proper response.
I flipped a page of the book, and tried to give a proper response to rescue me from such an awkward situation, which I had accidentally put the book upside down because I wasn’t really reading it; however, the neurons in my mind was fueled by a few words I had just captured by the book, I responded, “According to this book, The New Reading on the Right Side of the Brain, I am reading, it is important for me, who is practicing art, to incite the activities of the left brain and the right brain. In order to do so, it is very beneficial to read upside down because it would give different compartments of the brain tasks that they are not used to, so they would work harder to comprehend the new information, which was provided by reading the book upside down. Therefore, I am actually reading the book upside down to not only obtain academic knowledge, but also to improve my cognitive skill as an artist.”
“Wow...” Jacob seemed confused, and as a not very learned individual, he was astonished by my ability to pull out such long sentences.
I decided to continue my “counter-strike,” before he had a chance to cast doubt on me, I added, “In addition, as a Chinese, I am obliged to protect my own tradition. Chinese used to be read from right to left. Although the words in the book was printed from left to right, after I turned the book upside down, I can read it form left to right. Thus, it was a intellectual and patriotic act to read this book upside down.”
“For real? Wow... You know a lot, man.” Jacob was shocked. Instead of thinking about whether I actually stared at his girl friend, but not the book, he was fully occupied in a pathetic attempt to interpret my speech composed by a fragment taken from the book, and a bizarre stance for the tradition Chinese culture.
I walked out of the class, and left Jacob confused.
Although I successfully managed to escape a potential trouble, I could be completed avoided without making the strange speech. After the event my motto became “read when you are reading, observing when you are observing,” Reading and Art shouldn’t be blended, or it will become a failed amalgamation.
Submitted October 12, 2018 at 11:59PM by SadFrank https://ift.tt/2ISTerR
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