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>>19704
Reminds me of the time when I was in 4th grade art, the teacher was a huge bitch and I remember that she gave some nickname to one girl who made one mistake, and after that moment, everyone called her that nickname.
But that wasn't the worst of it, the teacher would always be yelling and pretty much every time that I try to complete a work of assigned art, she'd dismiss it and say "That object is too small" or "It's too large", which would always piss me off. I know that people should take criticism, but god dammit, this is 4th grade math class, not "Gordan Ramsey teaches college art". It got so bad that I actually shit talked her once and I ended up getting in big trouble for that. She had a long talk with me, and I talked about what she did wrong, and if I could remember what happened afterwards, nothing changed.
Just made me feel powerless, apparently it was alright for her to be a menopausal ball of anger, but the second I speak up, I'm pretty much shot down. It's just painful how this whole experience pretty much turned me off of art, and what makes it even worse was the fact that I had a good year in art back in 3rd grade, with probably the nicest teacher ever, and I actually had one of my pieces shown in a library one night (one of those things where you take some plastic grid and put a thread and needle through it to make a pattern). But sadly, thanks to the efforts of one mean teacher, all that potential gets squashed on. And so after that, I don't think I had an art class in 5th grade, and once I got back into art classes in Middleschool, I was that guy just not following directions and making halfassed clay sculptures and doing other assignments halfassed.
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