My Photography Class
Fbailey story number 742 My Photography Class I joined a photography class. I had to sign a form and so did my parents because I was under age. I was only fourteen years old at the time and no one was over eighteen except the teacher. She was in her early twenties. Only five of us had signed up for the summer course. It was a pretty comprehensive course that met six times a week. It wasn’t cheap either. We did classroom work Monday through Friday and then fieldwork on Saturday. That first week we studied human anatomy. We only had one girl in our class so she got to be our cadaver to examine. She was not pleased when the instructor told her to undress and get on the table so that we four …