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This afternoon was fantastic. I work a half day on Tuesdays and Thursdays on account of classes on those days. That means I work until 1pm, even though class only starts at 4pm. This is to allow for me to work on assignments, meet with my professors, return hopelessly overdue books to the million libraries scattered across campus, etc. Today, however, I got sucked into the studio.

We were supposed to have a shoot, but it kept getting postponed by the very important CEO whose portrait was going to be taken. But the lights were set up, the photographer was on standby, we had one of our makeup artists wandering around. Her boyfriend was there, a sprinkling of other photographers were milling around. Its becoming warmer, spring is in the air and my iPod was plugged into the studio sound system. Who can blame me for not catching up on the readings for this afternoon in favour of playing with my artists?

Niqui just sat me down and started painting my face. I couldn't complain. Meanwhile we had one photographer taking pictures of another photographer and we were all rocking out to Blondie. Niqui went wild on my face and even my photographer in residence was happy with the pictures he was snapping. And he's hard to please. So I started thinking how nice it would be to be a model. Sit around with fun creative people, have your face and hair done up by professionals, take some pictures, get paid money for it.

Look, don't let me kid you, with the studio on the premises, I've met my share of models and seen my share of shoots. You don't need brains to do this job. In fact, I'm tempted to say you really shouldn't pursue modelling as a career if you have brains (unless you are so drop dead beautiful that you are earning a fortune from the word go). The reason for this is that intelligent and creative people would not be able to sit still and hold uncomfortable poses without putting their two cents in every five minutes. That irritates every one else on the job. Having said that models do need to have endurance and need to be able to listen - mainly to commands. It can be quite challenging in its own way.

That's when Niqui's boyfriend pipes in that he can't believe models get paid to just look pretty. Well some of them aren't - thats where makeup artists and lighting comes into play. For me, I have come to the conclusion that I am happy models get paid a lot of money to do what they do. That is incentive enough to keep them out of other spaces, like our offices, where normal girls like me are terrified every time the slimmest, prettiest girl walks into my space. In addition, it keeps them out of the goods and services industries - which is also good, because with the IQs necessary to be a model, you don't really want them helping you get through your day.

As for me, you can be sure I am rushing early to work tomorrow to have a look at my pics, but today, I rushed my little self off to school, cause I'm too smart to be a model - or in any case, I can't sit still.