history class

i didn't think i would miss my history class at all until last night, when we got out two hours early. i was right in the middle of a sketch of my teacher, who, i am 98% certain, was reepicheep in his glory days. he has big round eyes and fluffy white half-circle eyebrows that are perpetually raised beneath arcs of small wrinkles. those curves are echoed in a mustache that almost entirely obscures his delicately small mouth, so that when he speaks the motion of his lips is nearly undetectable. there is a deep horizontal crease above the bridge of his nose, between his eyes. i don't think i've ever seen anything like it. it really interests me. he has thin, slumpy shoulders and beanpole legs, and seems to lean forward a bit when he paces (which he often does, with his hands clasped behind his back). sometimes i think i catch a glint of a saber hanging from his belt loop, but i'm always wrong. hm.

as you may gather from the poor state of my handwriting below, the only reason i take notes during this class is to help me pay attention and/or stay awake. (long story short: for this particular class, notes are not helpful when studying for exams.) i just realized last night, in our last class before the final exam, how much i am endeared to my teacher and his face, so i began to sketch it. sometimes he would catch my eye as i pored over his friendly weathered features, and i hoped he didn't notice how intently i was measuring the distance from his eye to his nose. i was actually incredibly disappointed when he dismissed us after only an hour rather than the usual three, because i hadn't gotten a chance to properly capture his nice little countenance as he talked about the changing state of the middle class family during the late nineteenth century.