My highschool art teacher was a very sexually frustrated women who reminded me of swine on a pedestal.
For some reason, she hated me. You could tell by her face, but it didn't affect her work. Usually whenn people say a teacher hates them, that teacher is crooked and making them suffer due to dislike.
She wasn't crooked, in fact, very good at teaching art. She wasn't enormously obese and would squeal like a coward, but she reminded me of a pig.
And though she didn't knowingly display any negative emotion toward me, you could see it in her eyes.
Whatever it was, she was determined to crack me like an egg. In her mind, shell strength must have had something to do with art....and to grow a stronger shell, you must first break the old one.
In effect, she was no rocket scientist.
Pigs might be smarter than, say horses or sheep. But that's not saying much.
· Fri Sep 20, 2013 @ 12:45am · 0 Comments