Night Descriptive Writing

All I heard was dogs barking. I rolled over and looked at the time. It was 6:48. I got up and got dressed. Mom was already waiting for me downstairs. We went outside and walked down the road to the bus stop. I was so sleepy but I had already made a commitment and I just couldn’t back out. The bus came and we got on. It was so warm and toasty, the perfect atmosphere to take a nap. Within minutes my eyes started to droop, I just couldn’t keep them open. Then without even realizing it, I was fast asleep.
I woke up when the bus hit a speed bump. I looked at the time. I would be late to my art classes if the bus wouldn’t hurry up. A few minutes later, the bus came to a stop and we got off. We walked up 3 blocks and turned left. We had finally reached the building. I walked in and immediately took my art supplies out of my bag. My teacher told me to draw the statue that he had placed in front of me on my desk. My mind froze but I didn’t let it physically show. I didn’t know where to start. I looked at the statue of the man to figure out the basic shapes and started from there.
I just couldn’t figure out how to show the movement of the arm. It didn’t help that the arm of the statue was not proportionally correct. The arm was long and thin but when I drew it, it was too long and too thin. When I drew it again, it became too thick and too short. After about 20 minutes of just working on the arm, I gave up. I was so frustrated and I just didn’t know how to make it look right. I looked over to my left to where another girl was working. I looked at her artwork and was amazed. Her picture of the glass bottle was phenomenal. The dark charcoal marks and highlights on the paper made it look so realistic. Her success encouraged me to keep on working. I wanted my artwork to be just as good as hers. After erasing, and redrawing the arm multiple times, it started to look decent. It was finally time to work on my favorite part,