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Art Games, Monday, P2 [Week 1]
When the students arrived this morning, they would see Angela and Savannah perched on a desk at the front of the room. On either side of the desk were two large easels with large pads of blank paper on each one. There were two coffee cans of markers on the desk next to the easels, and a bowl with folded slips of paper.
Angela hopped up from her spot at the front once it looked like everyone who was going to arrive, had. She was getting into this teaching lark. “Welcome, all of you, to Art Games. I know a few of you should remember me, but for those who don’t, I’m Angela.” If she had you last session and you fell in the latter category, she was offended guys, she really was.
Savannah grinned. “And I’m Savannah. I graduated from here two years ago.”
“We just couldn’t stay away,” Angela joked.
“There’s something that just keeps pulling us back here.” Or, it was the promise of paint guns, one of the two. “So, today, we want you to tell us your names and count off by twos.”
“Everyone’s going to ask you for intros this week, so we’re going to play a little game instead.”
Savannah held up the bowl and shook it a little. “In this bowl are slips of paper with words or scenes written on them. Your assignment is to draw the scene or words on the large paper for your team -- but they have to be pictures, no words. The team that has the most correct guesses by the end of class, wins.”
“There is a TA slot or two open. See one of us after class if you want in,” Angela added. “There might be cookies in it for you.” They were definitely not above bribery.
Angela hopped up from her spot at the front once it looked like everyone who was going to arrive, had. She was getting into this teaching lark. “Welcome, all of you, to Art Games. I know a few of you should remember me, but for those who don’t, I’m Angela.” If she had you last session and you fell in the latter category, she was offended guys, she really was.
Savannah grinned. “And I’m Savannah. I graduated from here two years ago.”
“We just couldn’t stay away,” Angela joked.
“There’s something that just keeps pulling us back here.” Or, it was the promise of paint guns, one of the two. “So, today, we want you to tell us your names and count off by twos.”
“Everyone’s going to ask you for intros this week, so we’re going to play a little game instead.”
Savannah held up the bowl and shook it a little. “In this bowl are slips of paper with words or scenes written on them. Your assignment is to draw the scene or words on the large paper for your team -- but they have to be pictures, no words. The team that has the most correct guesses by the end of class, wins.”
“There is a TA slot or two open. See one of us after class if you want in,” Angela added. “There might be cookies in it for you.” They were definitely not above bribery.