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Reading students’ comments on each others essays and I see this.
I love it.
My grade 4 teacher took my desk away because I would draw on it. I was to sit on the floor for months as my punishment. (Deserved or not, to an 8 year old this was really embarrassing.)
My grade 7 teacher went into my desk to go through my folder of (admittedly angsty) art without my permission, then went to my mother. Because of her I was forced to see the school psychiatrist regularly.
My grade 8 teacher told me art could never be a career and that I would end up without any worth, working somewhere trashy for my whole life.
My grade 9 teacher ripped up my entire art folder because I was drawing in class, after bawling in front of everyone she then chased me into the washroom to lecture me while I hid to cry in a stall.
My grade 10 teacher didn’t believe I had painted something by myself, she told me it was plagiarism and gave me zero. When it was in fact 100% mine.
This is just few of many.
Thirteen years have passed and I am ashamed to admit that any of this still affects me. These instances for which I am sure are insignificant to any of you shook my confidence, sucked the passion out of my only escape, and made me feel as if my hobby was wrong, worthless, and should be hidden; and for that I will never forgive them.
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i have this tick where my hands have to be constantly moving or i get really uncomfortable (it’s also why i do origami) so sometimes i’d doodle in my notebook and i can look at any old doodle and tell you what i was learning when i was drawing it becuase that’s how i concentrated
Reason why I don’t creative write as much as I used to anymore.
Had to do a diary piece from a character from Of Mice and Men.
100% mine, 100% emotional
Teacher said it was plagiarism.
Told me to write something completely unrelated - didn’t match up to what I had written.
No because you didn’t make me write an emotional piece.
I hate you for ripping my skills out like that you piece of shit.
Mine isn’t so severe…but in Grade 9 I asked my English teacher if I should take an AP Lang class 10th grade and she told me my writing isn’t there yet and that I may not be ready. Then in 10th grade I asked my 10th grade English teacher if I should sign up for AP Lang my Junior year and she told me the same thing my 9th grade teacher told me…
I gave up. I should’ve just signed up for AP English classes regardless what they said but I didn’t.
and if I did maybe I would’ve been confident in my writing today.
And also, I fear I have artist block…only because in Sophomore year my Art teacher lied to me about how my still life portrait was great and I found out she gave me a B-. Felt lied to.
It’s sometimes sad how teachers act when they’re supposed to be our mentors and help encourage us.
I know both sides of this now. I grew up being the one drawing at my desk, and now I’m a teacher. It’s such a difficult thing, grading art. Something can be beautifully done, but if the assignment is to draw a flower and you draw a heart because you’re better at it, I can’t give that artwork more points than the people who painted the flower whether or not they felt they were good at painting flowers. Grades are more complicated than skill and don’t always reflect the quality of the work. I experienced it in college. I drew something I felt was pretty advanced among my peers and was given a B because I didn’t draw what I was supposed to.
And it’s hard to advise students about career paths. I wouldn’t lie to students when I tell them the market is tight and that good artists are out there struggling to make a living. That’s the truth. I see it in my own life and I see it with my other artist friends.
But being an artist is about more than money. Whether or not someone chooses it as a career path, I think everyone who can do it should keep it as a part of their life. After all, it’s not like riding a bike. The left side of the brain devours the right side if it becomes complacent. I guess what I’m saying is I’m sorry about what happened to all of you, and you should never give up.
One of the teachers I’m in for often is kind enough to write little notes next to students’ names on roster. Ex. “good helper”, “gets off task easily” etc. It helps a lot so I know who I can rely or who I need to watch.
Next to one of the girl’s names it just says “sneaky”. Love it.
From one of my student’s research papers:
“There is even food that can be printed, given you have the right materials to put into the 3D printer. You just download the food and minutes later you have an edible piece of food that you got off of the computer.”
It reminds me of that Spongebob episode where Plankton is trying to throw a krabby patty into his machine which will find out the hidden formula. And thus, he could create a krabby patty!
Story from the Nerd Teacher: The students needed to know what page to turn to in the text, and I told them. But then I thought of Snape and said, trying to mimic him, “Turn to page three hundred and ninety four.” One guy chuckled, but the rest of them started asking which of the two pages it was. Well we know at least one of them is getting points to their house cup.
Substitute teacher problems: I checked for jobs the night before and found none, then they didn’t call me in the morning and all day I was sad like, “they don’t like me anymore” and my friend says, “actually, there’s no school today. —
just going to school
I substituted at a middle school today and a 5th grade girl was determined to convince me she was the BIGGEST FAN EVER of One Direction. I tried to escape and reprimand other kids but she was like a feeding shark, finally finding some new prey to bestow her knowledge upon. I now know things including their birth dates, tattoo locations, and blood types.
I’m so done.