Michelle was certainly not expecting an art class to be the first class she would attend. She knew she wouldn't just be learning how to fight, but she was expecting something more like a history class at least. Still, at least the professor had a sense a humor, which was more than she could say for herself. She only wondered what she would make. She wasn't really much of an artist, at least in her own opinion. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when the teacher began praising a student for making something, which turned out to be quite the impressive ceramic flute. However, it turns out that she cheated a little, so the value of the product was diminished. She shook her head, then grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. She needed to gather her thoughts back together. She was stumped for a minute on what to draw, then a picture came to mind. She immediately began sketching, keeping only the thought of her prized sniper rifle in her mind. She knew it better than anyone else, so it made sense to her that she drew that. The barrel, the scope, the stock, it all fit together.