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ART SUPPLIES DONT MAKE THE ARTIST

Plz comment so I can calm the fk down.

  Have you ever been cleaning your room or old school binders and it makes you remember something you'd rather forget? That happened today.

Let me tell y'all bout the story of -----(privacy reasons) he was the biggest freaking smart arse in the world. So in English class we were learning about Jewish culture or something like that (I go to public school. Cringe all you want but I do) and we were doing this activity where you pass around this object, I forgot what it was, and if you had it by the time the timer ends, you get one request of whatever you want. All the other classes had chosen parties or extra credit for everyone. ----- decided to hold the object rather than pass it along like any douche bag Would do. He got the one request of course. And in my English teachers class. She had superhero posters EVERYWHERE. And they were cool posters. So, we're all talking about how cool it will be to have a party or whatnot, thinking he'd be nice and do that. No. He close to take our FAVORITE poster and put it in his locker. Right then and there everyone was about to beat the living sht out of this kid. Because we were the ONLY class out of ALL the periods to not get anything cause this kid wanted to have a captain America poster in his locker. Let's just say, he was lucky he didn't get beat up (us public schoolers are VERY competitive. With EVERYTHING)

Then today I found a drawing that I was working on three months after the poster incident. K, so in seventh grade. Everyone had two periods of English and you'd get a five minute break to do whatever. I was minding my own business drawing this picture and all my friends were fan girling over this drawing. And he walks over and says" that's not that good. You should see my drawings. They are way better than your crappy drawings." This group of like nine kids that LIKE my drawing, just gave him death glares. And ---- dgaf about them. Then proceeds to talk about his extensive collection of copics and prismacolors and how his mom owns a art store so he has to be amazing. Everyone was about to beat the crap out of him. But one of my friends goes up to him and says" oh yeah? If your so amazing then show us one of your so called "art works"" ----- just scoffs " I'm not bringing a framed price of artwork. My moms framing them to put in her art store." (Let me remind you, this kid has NEVER DRAWN anything but crappy stick figures with copics. Yeah. What a waste. ) so my friends being the mama (and papa) bears and chewed this kid out. While I sat there rolling my eyes at ----- cause he was freaking stupid. The next day, ----- comes in with a prusmacolor drawing of a crappy stick figure, jumping off a flat cliff getting eaten by a shark.

Like this. And I was so pissed, cause he fit my schools stereotype. So, my school is right in between two cities. My city is normal. Nothing special. But the other city has been known to be the "snooty rich kid" place. You know where everyone's pimped out and they have country clubs in their back yard. So these kids have the fanciest crap, but they don't use it. And their told their the best and have an amazing future. I'm not one of those kids. I have pens I stole from my moms work to draw with. That's all I usually have cause that's what I've learned with. Oh, and these rich kids have private teachers for everything. I've never taken an art class cause I've had bad experiences. I only take elective ones cause I have too. So that was the story of -------

(For fun)

Do you guys even reads these? But man, that felt good to get off my chest. I might post the story of my elementary school art teacher. She was a biotch. Or my old sub that taught us about suicide and Cinderella. I've had weird teachers.