When I was in high school, my nickname was “Doodles” because I was always doodling. My notebooks were filled with my doodles and drawings. I would sit through lectures and scribble whatever popped into my head, sometimes related to what the teacher was talking about and at other times totally unrelated.
If the teacher happened to walk toward my desk, I’d have to quickly slide the paper on which I was doodling beneath my other papers. But one day, I was too slow and my 10th grade biology teacher, Miss North, noticed my page of doodles. She bent down, grabbed it, and held it up. When she looked carefully at my doodle she gasped. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” she chided.
The next thing I knew, I found myself in the vice principal’s office. He gave me a stern look as examined my doodle. “Care to elaborate?” he asked.
“Well, Mr. Kaplan,” I said, “Miss North was giving us a lesson in human anatomy and as she was standing in the front of the class, I just began sketching her. She’s very pretty. She could be a model, you know.”
“Yes, I can see that it’s a sketch of Miss North,” Kaplan said, “But in your drawing, Miss North is not wearing any clothing.”
I turned red. “Yes, well you know how teenage boys can fantasize.”
The vice principal looked down at my sketch again. “Actually,” he said, “You captured the likeness of her body quite accurately.”
“And you know that how?” I asked Mr. Kaplan.
Now it was his turn to turn red.
Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (scribble), The Daily Spur (slide), Word of the Day Challenge (yourself), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (elaborate). Pencil sketch by Swedish-American artist Anna Poole.