Or art for that matter. One of my arts teachers kept saying that, in order to be able to paint the way he did, Picasso would have absolutely been able to paint completely realistic paintings.
I’m still gonna hold my grudge against my middle school art teacher. If we were painting an oak tree for example, she’d get pissed if you decided to add, say, an apple hanging off a branch. “It’s an oak tree, not an apple tree!”. Like I give a fuck, it’s my painting and I wanted an apple there, fuck off.
She also essentially called our entire class lazy and talentless once because none of us got selected as finalists for an art competition she signed us up for.
Our teacher never taught us shit, usually just went like “okay today you draw this” and then went on to do random things and paintings herself. When we drew like shit, she’d say “a 5 year old can do better” gee thanks, that’s helpful. I went to an expensive private school, by the way.
Apparently she never had a teaching degree or whatever it’s called in English (a thing you study for so you are qualified to be a teacher), so I guess she never was supposed to be around kids, at least I’m glad she was not molesting us.
I ran into her recently and learnt the other side of the coin - some time after I had already finished school, she got severely injured by something and was hospitalized and recovering for months, during that time the school fired her (illegal), she sued and won. She then went through two schools and ended up in another private school where she loves her job and everyone loves her there, they do amazing things together. She hated working at my school because they always made her do stupid arts shit for the school, designing posters and whatever and she had to be not just the teacher, but the designer for the entire school and was severely underappreciated.
I’m not happy that the teacher did a bad job teaching us since others somehow managed even with extra work added onto them, but I’m also unhappy with how my prestigious school badly treated some extraordinary teachers, teachers I’ll remember for a lifetime. Maybe my arts teacher would’ve been nice too.
Or art for that matter. One of my arts teachers kept saying that, in order to be able to paint the way he did, Picasso would have absolutely been able to paint completely realistic paintings.
He was, just check his early work.
I’m still gonna hold my grudge against my middle school art teacher. If we were painting an oak tree for example, she’d get pissed if you decided to add, say, an apple hanging off a branch. “It’s an oak tree, not an apple tree!”. Like I give a fuck, it’s my painting and I wanted an apple there, fuck off.
She also essentially called our entire class lazy and talentless once because none of us got selected as finalists for an art competition she signed us up for.
Classic arts teacher stuff.
Our teacher never taught us shit, usually just went like “okay today you draw this” and then went on to do random things and paintings herself. When we drew like shit, she’d say “a 5 year old can do better” gee thanks, that’s helpful. I went to an expensive private school, by the way.
Apparently she never had a teaching degree or whatever it’s called in English (a thing you study for so you are qualified to be a teacher), so I guess she never was supposed to be around kids, at least I’m glad she was not molesting us.
I ran into her recently and learnt the other side of the coin - some time after I had already finished school, she got severely injured by something and was hospitalized and recovering for months, during that time the school fired her (illegal), she sued and won. She then went through two schools and ended up in another private school where she loves her job and everyone loves her there, they do amazing things together. She hated working at my school because they always made her do stupid arts shit for the school, designing posters and whatever and she had to be not just the teacher, but the designer for the entire school and was severely underappreciated.
I’m not happy that the teacher did a bad job teaching us since others somehow managed even with extra work added onto them, but I’m also unhappy with how my prestigious school badly treated some extraordinary teachers, teachers I’ll remember for a lifetime. Maybe my arts teacher would’ve been nice too.