I had an art teacher when I was around 12 years old who hated my guts. I wasn’t the most well behaved student but the things she did was sometimes petty other times aggressive.
She once threw a water bottle at me because I had a chat with the guy next to me. She missed but the bottle damaged the wall next to me.
She told my girlfriend to stay after class because she wants to talk to her. She spent 10 minutes trying to get her to break up with me.
She never failed to tell me that I’m a good for nothing and I’ll probably end up as a homeless drunk and I’ll live beside the road.
She always made fun of my drawings and paintings trying to humiliate me in front of the class.
I wasn’t her only target, she had one in every class.
I had a teacher like that, who thought I was a bad influence on my other students. The worst part is that if you do turn out okay, they think that they did a good job by motivating you by being such a dick head. No, you aren’t motivating me by being a jerk to me. I motivated myself. You were just an asshole.
I had an art teacher when I was around 12 years old who hated my guts. I wasn’t the most well behaved student but the things she did was sometimes petty other times aggressive.
She once threw a water bottle at me because I had a chat with the guy next to me. She missed but the bottle damaged the wall next to me.
She told my girlfriend to stay after class because she wants to talk to her. She spent 10 minutes trying to get her to break up with me.
She never failed to tell me that I’m a good for nothing and I’ll probably end up as a homeless drunk and I’ll live beside the road.
She always made fun of my drawings and paintings trying to humiliate me in front of the class.
I wasn’t her only target, she had one in every class.
I had a teacher like that, who thought I was a bad influence on my other students. The worst part is that if you do turn out okay, they think that they did a good job by motivating you by being such a dick head. No, you aren’t motivating me by being a jerk to me. I motivated myself. You were just an asshole.
I’d start drawing caricatures of this art teacher if she was going to humiliate me anyway.
Then claim it was the subject matter that was the problem, not my drawing skills.