On my way to the MRT station this morning, it occurred to me that I had said to Lou in Camberwell that what I was learning then could be applied to my work. This semester I have chosen two of my favorite teenage novels for my students. I even had had the ambition to illustrate them back in summer, but I never took any action. This morning I felt something stirring in me, and since we were reading Roald Dahl's Matilda during the first period, I seized the time during the metro ride to draw the drafts.
I define every period of 50 minutes as our time of living together. I am never the type that is satisfied with my own monologue. In fact, I, compared with my students, have very little tolerance for monotonous lecture. I know that if I can come up with something new every day, the atmosphere will feel fresh and lively.
After the girls started their group discussion, I got down to work, trying to draw the main plots of the week onto the blackboard. A few weeks ago I read in dpi Magazine that some illustrators use chalk as their medium, but to be honest, it's not easy to draw with chalk. However, I had no more than 20 minutes, so it was also important to draw fast. After I was done, the girls had finished their discussion. They told me cheerfully about the parts of the story the images correspond to. Joe even said my Hortensia is too skinny.
During the break, most girls thronged to take photos with the image on the blackboard. After my two-hour lesson drew to an end, Joe came up to erase it away as if nothing had happened. I did feel the huge bright sun above my head for a whole day. And maybe the fifteen kids present won't remember a thing we talked about today in twenty years, but there might be a blurry picture in their mind when they look back...