Life Drawing sounded like a nice class when I was 20. Besides, it was required for my course of study. With my newsprint, charcoal and kneaded eraser newly purchased from the art supply store I showed up on the first day. It was then that it happened: at the beginning of class one of the students (at least I had assumed up to this point he was a student,) took off all of his clothes and struck a pose on a platform in front of the rest of us. My panic, which thankfully was discernible only by me, suddenly dissipated with the task at hand - quickly, and intuitively capture what I saw before me as truthfully as I could with burnt vine and recycled newspaper. I was hooked.