9am Monday morning, freezing cold, I got to the class late and just grabbed some paper in a rush, set up my easel and unpacked my charcoal, only then did I peer up at the model, who just so happened to be 3 metres away from me, spread eagle, knees up at her sides, her squiggy bits pointed straight at me. It may have been the shock of the moment, but I can't recall whether it was her or me who was more awkward in that moment.
The other funny moment we had was when this model who we'd never had before unrobed and he was hung like a donkey, I'm talking long and thick, despite how cold it was. There was this one girl with bright scarlet hair and skin like white porcelain who turned so red it only brought attention to her and made her even redder. To make matters worse, when we saw what she'd drawn, all the lines were clean except where the junk was, which was a dark smear of charcoal where she'd rubbed it out and redrawn it again and again.
Good times.