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I have a memory from what must've been second grade. Might've been first. It's hard to tell because of how blanked out my memory of school is.
It was art class, and art class here isn't really a class, it's just giving kids a paper to doodle on and waiting till the bell rings. I wonder if it's like that everywhere else too. Or at least that's what it was until later grades where it turned into literally nothing instead. We didn't even have a teacher coming in. That's why art class was the favorite.
Anyway. I was there and doodling. I don't remember what I made. It was probably shitty. But I was real proud of it for some reason. Enough so that I went to show it to the teacher sitting there.
I think it was a woman, and she looked at it for a bit, and said to me that "this isn't a real drawing", or something along those lines.
I can't help but keep remembering this, because, just how shitty and downright incompetent can you be at your ONE job.
All you had to do was sit there, doing literally nothing and getting paid for it, and when a kid came up to you and presented their shitty fucking drawing, you had to say "oh it looks great honey!" without taking a single real look at it, and send them on their way.
But no. She had to actually inspect the doodle, and tell it to my face that it doesn't look like a "real drawing".
Yes. It didn't look like a real drawing. No shit. Did you expect some kind of a masterpiece to come out of a second grade student? Do you actually think these kids are capable of making something and aren't just doodling out of their ass?
So. Why in the ever loving FUCK would you tell a kid that their drawing sucks. What do you get out of that? Do you think you were put there to actually be an art critic for second graders and not simply babysit them?
It's not that I care for drawing and would've pursued it either way, but if you weren't a dumb piece of shit, I wouldn't have had to keep having this memory. I hate art class teachers, forever and ever.